Post by casander on Jan 30, 2011 17:20:05 GMT -5
Playby:Francisco Lachowski
Name: Casander Pierce
Age: 21
Sexual Orientation: Depends on my mood...but let's say I do like my meat
Species: Supernatural Human/Wizard
Physical Description: I guess I’m an average height for a guy; 5’9 is cool right? Another two inches wouldn’t hurt but hey, I blame genetics. I have hazel eyes and black hair that I like to keep somewhat long. I like to spike it up, or straighten it a bit. Yes, I straighten my hair sometimes, don’t judge. I like to consider myself having an athletic build, but not like those muscle heads at the gym. I consider myself fit, toned, and slender.
As for clothes, I like to dress well. I’m a sucker for brands…Gucci…Express…you name it. I do have one rule though, no bright colors. The only colors I wear are dark red, blue, black, and a dark grey. I can be wearing anything from fitted jeans and a t-shirt to leather pants and a silk-button down for clubbing…it really depends what I’m doing.
Attitude: On the outside, I appear as a cool, confident, and kind guy who likes to have a good time. I like to drink, travel, dance, and did I mention getting laid? Sure, I like to do all those things, but on the inside, I’m someone entirely different. Most of the time I am scared. Scared that I will never be able to break out of the deal….to be damned to Hell for all eternity. I’m scared that if anyone attempts to help me, they will get hurt.
So I am a loner. I won’t let anyone be hurt because of my parent’s mistake. So, until this deal is broken, I have to be strong for myself.
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Family/Pack or Coven:Grandmother: Elizabeth Duncan, 74 whereabouts unknown
Father: John Pierce, 39: Deceased
Mother: Anna Pierce 38: deceased
Siblings: None
Abilities: Telekinesis. This is my oldest and strongest ability. I can lift up to an 18-wheeler truck, but only for a few moments. Using my power to this fullest extent is taxing on me mentally and physically; it can take me up to a day or two to recover completely. I also have knowledge of basic spells which include, but not limiting to lighting fires, enchantments, scrying, and barriers. However, to use my abilities and cast spells i need the power of my ring, given to me by my mother, and my familiar, Luna (bombay cat)
History: Well, let’s start off with my parents. My parents were John and Anna Pierce who were both from Lenox, Massachusetts. Anna was a witch and came from a long line of witches and wizards; her ancestry tracing back to the Salem Witch Trials. Anna just wanted to live a normal life; free from magic and other supernatural creatures. Anna’s family was loving and supportive, but did not approve of her not accepting her powers and craft. Trying to live a normal life, Anna was incredibly involved in Lenox. She excelled in school, volunteered, and whenever she could do something kind for someone she would.
John was the complete opposite of Anna. He was the ‘rebel’ of the town, always ditching school, shoplifting, getting DUI’s, you name it he did it. John’s parents were killed in a car accident when he was young and his only guardian was his alcoholic uncle. John was dealt a horrible hand in life and because of what he went through; he grew up hated by almost everyone in town, except Anna. The two dated secretly for many years and after high school graduation, the two decided to run away and get married in New York City. Cliché isn’t it?
Their marriage began and ended badly. I came into the picture on December 23, 1989 in New York City. Both my parents were young when they had me and for years we all struggled. My mother was a waitress at a local restaurant and my father…well…let’s say his form of employment wasn’t really legal. The three of us didn’t have the easiest of lives. We were always struggling with money, and I was often alone in our apartment because my parents were always working. On the upside, school was always easy for me. Have no idea why but I seemed to retain information well and grasp concepts easily.
When I was around nine years old, something was beginning to happen to me. Whenever I got angry or sad, glass would shatter, chairs would move, and everything in our apartment began to shake. My father would always yell at me saying I was breaking things, but my mother knew the truth. One day when my father was ‘working’, my mother presented me with a little black box. I opened the box and it was a silver ring with a blue sapphire.
The ring looked old, but it was beautiful nonetheless. She took the ring and attached it to a silver chain and wrapped it around my neck. She explained I was a wizard and told me of our family line. Anna hoped this would not have happened, but it did. Secretly, my mother would teach me how to control my power of telekinesis and each day I practiced, I got better.
When I was thirteen years old, things changed. My parents were unable to keep up with the bills and our landlord was on the verge of evicting us. That night, both my parents left the apartment and came back from the following morning. As soon as they entered, a camera crew entered our home and began congratulating us on winning the Powerball lottery. They handed us a giant check, took photos, and life changed from then on.
We moved from out tiny apartment to a giant penthouse on the upper east side of the city. I was enrolled in a private school, had private tutors, was enrolled in a martial arts school...I had everything a kid would ever want. For five years the three of us were happy. We did not need to ever worry about money. We bought nice things, had beautiful cars, traveled, but most of all we were together as a family.
Towards the end of those five years was my high school graduation. I was accepted into NYU, I had many friends, life was perfect…but all good things always come to an end. A few nights after my graduation, I came home after a late graduation party only to see both my parents lying on the floor, bloody, as if an animal attacked them. Between my parents was a tall man with dark hair, standing over their bodies with a grin on his face.
The next thing I knew I was thrown against the wall and heard the man whisper to me, “Five years boy…and your soul is mine…” Then I blacked out. The following months were filled with police investigations, court, and interrogations. During these times, I tried so hard to remember the man’s face, but it was as if something was blocking his image from my mind. The only thing I do remember was his grin and voice…the two things that still haunt me at night.
After a few months, the police ended the search for my parents’ murderer and went on with their normal duties. I couldn’t be in New York City anymore so I sold our penthouse, sold our cars, and moved in with my grandmother, Elizabeth Duncan, Anna’s mother. I stayed with her for six months trying to recover from the incident but to no avail. Every night I would wake up screaming and because of my ability, many things continued to break. Trying to get my mind off of things, my grandmother would help me train my powers and even taught me a few spells.
The distraction worked for a bit but the nightmares persisted. One night I couldn’t sleep and walked around the house, seeing a shrine with an old, thick book. I flipped through the book and skimmed through spells, enchantments, rituals, but something caught my eye more so than the rest of the book…demons. I read the pages of demons in the book…reading how they tempt humans into their deepest desires for the price of their souls.
It all began to click what happened to my parents. How they mysteriously left the house for the night…how a camera crew came in handing them a muli-million dollar check…and how they were slaughtered five years after that. It all made sense. Knowing this, I wanted revenge for my parents’ death but most of all…I wanted to break out of this deal, for my soul. It isn’t right losing my soul to a deal I never even agreed to.
So I left my grandmother’s home with her grimoire and for two years I began traveling throughout the east coast to find out any information I could. During this time, I honed my powers and craft, and let’s just say I had my fair share of demonic encounters. It is funny how much information a demon will leak after a few hours of holy water torture…
Each day I traveled I felt I was a step closer finding that demon. Now I find myself in Forks, Washington where I continue my quest. I have to find that demon…to find some way to break the deal…I’ll be damned if I let some demon take my soul…oh wait…I already am damned…
RP Sample:
“You know…this would go a lot faster if you talked. Now…” The wizard took out a bottle of holy water and opened the cap, “You going to talk or do I need to baptize you again? I don’t have all day…” Casander gently poured the bottle over the demon’s face, hearing the scream of agony and the flesh sizzle as if being washed with acid. “Talk!”
The demon struggled with the restraints and glared at the wizard before her, if it was even a female. Physically, the demon looked like a blonde woman, no older than thirty. But Casander knew better. He has dealt with demons long enough...plus demon tracking spells were never wrong. The demon laughed, “Oh Casander…even if you kill me I’ll just crawl back from the pit and come after you. Actually…I might just wait until you come to me. You have what...a year? Two years until you’re in hell?”
Casander brought his hand back and smacked the demon across the face. The demon laughed yet again, “You hit like a girl.” Casander’s eyebrows furrowed and brought the bottle to the demon’s mouth, forcing the holy water down her throat. The demon shook and screamed. The wizard threw the empty bottle against the wall and glared back at the demon, “Even so…I could spend my remaining time torturing you…and don’t think I won’t.”
Casander gave the demon a once over. It had been two days since Casander caught this demon and she still didn’t talk. He needed to know…he needed to know where to find ‘his’ demon…to break the deal. The demon…or rather the demon’s vessel…had taken much damage. Cuts…bruises…everything imaginable. Casander always felt horrible for torturing the demon’s host like this…knowing full well that inside there was a human soul…but Casander had no choice.
The wizard walked to his table of ‘tool’s and sighed. “What to use…what to use…” Casander looked at his set of silver knives and with his power he lifted them up from the table and hovered them over the demon. The wizard turned around and walked towards his hostage, maintaining his hold over the knives.
“Fine if you won’t talk I guess I’ll have to drag these knives slowly into you….and I mean slow demon. I can drag them across you head to toe…how does that sound?” Casander used his power of telekinesis to bring the knives closer to the demon. He could see her shake…he could see the fear in her eyes.
“Ok I’ll talk!”
“I am sorry…would you mind repeating that?”
“I’ll talk!”
“Tell me where I need to go demon.”
“Last I heard he was in Seattle…”
“You telling me the truth?”
“Yes…I swear it…let me go…please…”
“If you are lying I swear what happened here will seem like a day at the beach. I will let you go…” Casander began walking away from the demon. “Back to hell…” The wizard clenched his fists and the knives plunged into the demon; finishing her once and for all. Casander knew where he needed to go…
“Seattle here I come…”
Species Code:Clark Kent
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