Post by Nevan J. Blake on Dec 20, 2012 21:34:50 GMT -5
The Witch’s Son
I never said that I want this,
This burden came to me,
And it's made its home inside
I never said that I want this,
This burden came to me,
And it's made its home inside
Name: Nevan Jouni Blake
Nickname(s): Nevy-J (to his Mother)
Played by: Lia
Age: 19
Date of Birth: February 22nd
Theme Song: Fires Burn at Midnight by Blackmores Night
Sexuality: Asexual
Practice: Nosferatu/Icarus Vampire, ex-Dark Sorcerer
Loyalty: The Crown
Status/Occupation: Potion Maker, training in his family’s arts.
Abilities:
I get the feeling just because,
Everything I touch isn't dark enough
That this problem lies in me
I get the feeling just because,
Everything I touch isn't dark enough
That this problem lies in me
~ Shadow Puppet: Ability to manipulate shadows into images at will.
~ Shade Dance: Ability to disconnect shadows from their source and manipulate them.
~ Shadow Play: Ability to make shadows have an effect on the physical realm, including controlling their texture and strength. Does not include the ability to move shadows out of their original form.
Appearance:
Can I clear my conscience,
If I'm different from the rest,
Do I have to run and hide?
Can I clear my conscience,
If I'm different from the rest,
Do I have to run and hide?
Nevan takes mostly after his mother and her family. Shorter than average, at exactly 6'2”, Nevan is lanky with light olive skin. His muscles are lean and accumulated from his line of work, since he is unaccustomed to fighting or highly intense physical exertion but is used to quite a lot of walking. His features are strong and slightly flattened. He has thick, straight hair that he keeps cut several inches long and he has the same dark brown eyes all dark sorcerers have, although the black color of his hair as well as the shape of his eyes and mouth are likely attributes of his unknown father.
Nevan's left hand has a deep scar in the palm of his left hand from when a knife slipped and the hand had been rendered nearly immobile as a result.
His clothes tend to be on the shabby side although they are always clean. He prefers black pants with lighter shirts. Nevan only owns one pair of red shoes and he usually can be seen wearing a pointy black ‘witch’s hat’ that his mother’s family made a sort of insignia of their business. Nevan has a certain fondness for jewelry as well. He wears a brown feather earring in his left ear, several rings, and a multitude of strange necklaces, one of which has his obsidian artifact attached to it. Nevan also smokes like a chimney and it’s rare to see him without a cigarette.
Pets:
Torin: A large black tomcat with green eyes. He follows Nevan everywhere and often times hangs over one shoulder.
Personality:
Ever since I could remember,
Everything inside of me,
Just wanted to fit in
Ever since I could remember,
Everything inside of me,
Just wanted to fit in
Possessive
Nevan doesn’t have much to call his own, but what he does have he’s very protective of. Most of the things he has he cares for out of sentimental value such as gifts he has received rather than gold. But Nevan’s personality can border on obsessive and whenever he likes something he becomes possessive of it and doesn’t like when people talk smack about it.
Practical
If there’s not a reason to do something, Nevan won’t do it. He’s not given to frivolous spending any more than he’s given to hoarding. He won’t go out of his way to be nice to strangers, however he is almost never rude or unpleasant to them either. Nevan is highly logical and he would rather base his actions off what is logical rather than what is emotionally satisfactory. However he can still be fairly emotional.
Intelligent
The profession he was born into requires a good amount of reading and understanding of an unusual sort of information and Nevan has an excellent memory. Nevan is rather sharp by nature. He doesn’t really flaunt it and he’s quiet enough that it’s hard to tell just by speaking to him but Nevan’s never made an effort to hide his intellect. Sometimes Nevan can even be somewhat manipulative.
History:
I was never one for pretenders,
Everything I tried to be,
Just wouldn't settle in
I was never one for pretenders,
Everything I tried to be,
Just wouldn't settle in
Nevan’s mother is Saraid Blake and his father is an unknown dark sorcerer, most likely a solider in the Royal Army. Saraid was excommunicated for having conceived a child out of wedlock and she left the human city and moved to the Spirit to live with a cousin and his family. It was here that Nevan was born. The labor was difficult, and left Saraid infertile. Despite this, and the difficult circumstances she faced Saraid was very affectionate towards her only son and raised him as best she could.
Saraid was a witch, and one that specialized in potions among other things and from a young age she taught Nevan her family’s arts. When Nevan was three, Saraid moved out of her cousin’s house and into a place of their own in one of the poorer areas of the Spirit where Saraid made a living selling healing potions. Then when Nevan was six his mother (with the help of her parents) managed to return to the human City and set up a shop there, where Nevan and Saraid lived together in a small room around back.
Nevan liked living in the shop, but as he grew he became harder for Saraid to handle and eventually she sent her son to live with her sister, Saoirse, her husband, Ilario, and her daughter, Muirin at their cottage in a Tangle village when Nevan was ten. His aunt and cousin were goat herders but both well versed in witchcraft as well, and they helped to further the young Nevan’s education. Saoirse practiced a darker sort of magic than her sister; she dealt in rare and cursed artifacts and rather than focusing on potions to heal she taught her daughter and nephew potions that would kill.
The sisters were more different than just how they thought magic should be used and when Nevan was twelve Saraid and Saoirse had a falling out, which resulted in Nevan having to return to his mother’s home. By that point, Saraid had bought the floor above her shop so there was enough room for the two of them to live comfortably. But as much as Nevan liked living with his mother and so close to his grandparents he still missed his aunt and her family and wanted to be able to see them, even more so when Saraid started showing an interest in several suitors.
Eventually, Saraid was talked into letting her son visit her sister on occasion and when Nevan was fourteen he was allowed to travel back and forth between the two households. His mother continued to teach him her arts while Saoirse taught him her own trade. Nevan is very close to his cousin Muirin (although Saoirse has had a few other children by now) and the two often act like siblings. Muirin was actually the one to give Nevan his cat, Torin, after the two of them had a row a few years back.
Roleplay Sample:
I've turned into a monster,
A monster, a monster,
And it keeps getting stronger
I've turned into a monster,
A monster, a monster,
And it keeps getting stronger
Nevan was sitting in an old wooden rocking chair amongst the clutter of his aunt’s house. He had seated himself at the window, and he had an unlit cigarette at the end of his cigarette holder. He would have liked to have it lit, but Saoirse hated the smell and since his aunt was with child Nevan had agreed to never smoke in the house. But he still kept the holder to his lips, more out of habit than anything else.
The young potion maker had a dead bird in one hand, and he was running its blood out into a glass bottle. It was for a potion, one that was more superstitious than actually magical but Saoirse insisted on having it on hand and Nevan had dutifully gone about to provide the witch with songbird blood and thanked the gods that he wasn’t out looking for cloves and lilac with Muirin. The supply in the garden had been eaten by the goats and the red haired witch had been sent into the woods to find the wild plants. There wasn’t much danger in it for the girl but Nevan did not envy her.
It was warm in the cottage, and Torin kept brushing against his legs, purring and meowing in hopes that the dark haired boy would toss him the remains of the bird once he had bled it dry. Nevan shooed away the black cat with one foot, hissing at him and warning him off. But Torin only walked to the table and rubbing against that instead, still mewling loudly as he waited for the male witch to throw him his dinner.