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Casper Reid

The Honourable

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a character in “Guardians of Hell”, as played by barnes

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"Will you be pulled from the ocean, oh, just a minute too late?"
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n i c k n a m e s x // x Cas [anyone]

a g e x // xtwenty-four

g e n d e r x // xcis male

s e x u a l i t y x // xbi-demisexual

o r i g i n x // xclaremont, new hampshire 1995

r o l e x // xwarlock






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D E C O R U S


h e i g h t x // x183 cm

w e i g h t x // x77 kg

h a i r x // xMedium brown and often slightly tousled, Casper keeps his hair long on top, keeping its curl with a sweep of styling product every morning. It hasn't let him down yet.

e y e s x // xCasper's eyes are easily his best feature, warm and friendly despite their ice blue hue. They're the windows to his soul, and Casper has nothing to hide.

o d d i t i e s x // xHe's always been enamoured with the cosmos, so a couple of years ago Casper got a small moon phase tattoo on the inside of his left elbow. He also has piercings in both ears, normally filled with a small black stud.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xWith his uniquely sharp jaw and high cheekbones, Casper's got a severe sort of look to him, much like most of his family, that doesn't fit his character at all. When he smiles his whole face changes, from his usual resting bitch face to a genuinely warm expression, a tiny dimple appearing in his cheek. He's attractive, there's no two ways about it.

He would like to carry himself as well as some of the other boys in the Academy, but deportation's never been his strong suit. Owing to his height he has a habit of stooping, just slightly, in order to fit in with everyone else. His old nanny would weep to see his poor posture, but she's not around to thwack him with a ruler between the shoulder blades anymore. His style could easily be described as comfortable but presentable, as he's often seen in a pressed button down shirt and slacks, which certainly look good on his lanky frame and can be dressed up with bright colours or the occasional accessory to better express himself.





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N O T A
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p o r t i a x // x A small grey screech owl who, unlike her master, is more aloof and distant. She feels no necessity to be in physical contact with Casper, instead preferring to perch nearby or, in the absence of anywhere else to sit, on one of the various straps of his backpack. She's small enough to be supported on Casper's wrist (though he's suffered his fair share of scratches from her talons) and is highly protective of her personal space, having no qualms about pecking anyone else whose hands come too close to her.


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s p o r t y x // x He's played soccer and lacrosse at his other schools when he was younger, and he certainly hasn't lost his energetic spirit now. Blessed with strength and stamina, he's one of the more hardy individuals in the Academy.

g e n u i n e x // x There's no pretenses with Casper, he means what he says and says what he means.

q u i c k - t h i n k i n g x // x He's not the most academically proficient, but Casper's certainly got a quick mind in a pinch.



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a c a d e m i c x p r o f i c i e n c yx // x Some of his professors can attest to this - he's not the sharpest tool in the shed, and doesn't really have a head for studying and memorising details.

d i s o r g a n i s e d x // x He has a hard time keeping his spaces organised and tidy, and the same problems apply to his calendar too.

a t t e n t i o n x s p a nx // x He can get eager to turn away from difficult tasks to amuse himself, and has trouble focusing when he's struggling.



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b e i n g x c u t x o f fx // x He tries not to be, but he is fairly reliant on his family's name and money. It's not a possibility he's ever had to face, but he knows if his parents decided to stop supporting him he'd be in deep trouble.

d o g s x // x He isn't as much afraid of them as he'd prefer not to be around them for too long. A dog leapt into his pram when he was just a little child, and he's never quite gotten over that memory of heavy paws and sharp teeth.

g r e a t - g r a n d m o t h e r x // x Casper respects and loves her, but her strict ways of raising her family have always kept him in check around her.





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Casper has by no means a big personality, but his certainly demands its share of attention. Not to blow his own trumpet, but he's an easy guy to get along with, owing to his good-natured temperament. He has a genuine desire to uplift and support those around him, something you could tell just by watching him talk. It's clearly there in his open posture, and the way he pays attention to people when they talk (as long as those people aren't his teachers, that is). When he gets really excited about the conversation his hands begin to come out of his pockets, his long arms waving around as his actions grow more animated. He might not be friends with everyone, but he's definitely friendly to everyone, and that makes all the difference to him.

Of course, this people-oriented personality has its flaws. While his easygoing personality affords him less stress than some of his peers put on themselves, Casper can be remarkably blasΓ© about the aspects of his life he deems unimportant - especially his academics. His grades aren't the worst, but there are subjects he just can't find the energy to focus on (ancient tongues, Casper's looking at you) and as long as he meets the bare minimum he won't exert any more focus than he has to. His casual lack of concern has been pointed out by his teachers a few times, but he always waves their worries off. Additionally, Casper's not the most observant or attentive person. His room embodies the typical bachelor pad - work strewn across the floor, clothes haphazardly stacked in his drawers, laundry and dishes done only when he remembers to, about twice a week. His lack of attentiveness to his own surroundings is fortified by his lack of attentiveness to his friends, too. Sure, he can have a friendly talk about sports or homework, but when it comes to noticing more complex emotions in his friends or having serious discussions he's a little less astute, to say the least.

Luckily for him, his quick-wittedness has gotten him out of tight situations more than once. A last-minute foil to his forgetfulness and short attention span, Casper finds himself able to think up quick solutions, sometimes even forcing him to get creative with his spells. He certainly can't strong-arm his way out of everything, but in a pinch he'll often find himself blessed with a creative idea or temporary solution, at least until he's had the chance to fix his mistake. When it comes to magic it's usually an effective workaround, but he does occasionally wish he had more concentration to spread around.

Additionally, Casper's only vaguely aware of the privilege he's earned just by being born into his bloodline. While it might frustrate other students, who are proud of their heritage and uphold their family name to the best of their abilities, Casper's last name might well be just an afterthought scrawled on his birth certificate, for all the attention he pays it. And while the Reids are one of the more powerful bloodlines around, Casper is just a little too unthinking about his actions and how they reflect on his family.






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H I S T O R I A R U M


As Casper likes to tell it, he was born with a silver spoon jammed so far down his throat the midwife had to hold him upside down and shake violently just to get it out. The Reids' bloodline traced back centuries in witching history, and while they couldn't quite claim the same purity they once had the honour of being a Reid, or just being associated with a Reid, was real. Over the years the family had branched out around the New England region, and Casper found himself living among a small cluster of Reids who had settled in New Hampshire, largely comprised of witches and warlocks who found their last name good enough reason to look down their shapely noses at others.

Casper would have grown up to be one of them too, if his parents hadn't been the untraditional kind. While Eloise Reid and River Pruitt (himself from a long line of witches) weren't in a hurry to change the witching scene, they were determined Casper would not be brought up like his snotty little cousins, who learned to say "I'm going to tell my Daddy" before they learned to pronounce their full names. So aside from seeing his extended family on holidays, Casper was largely kept away from what his parents deemed to be a bad influence, instead taught to be humble and to get along with others well. (A little too well, if you asked Eloise fifteen years later, but what's done was done.) Great-Grandmother Ophelia Reid was none too happy with this decision. A boy needed to be around his family, she said, especially his male cousins, who would toughen him up in a pinch. Casper was much too jovial for a boy his status. Still, Eloise and River stood their ground.

One year, though, on New Year's Eve, Ophelia summoned Casper indoors, away from everyone else's company. She had no doubt Casper would be able to join the legacies of the New York Academy of Unseen Arts one day - he was certainly bright and accomplished enough, something she couldn't claim of all her great-grandchildren, as much as she loved them - but he needed to watch himself, she warned. The Reids were important people, and at the Academy he would be scrutinised and judged against his family's standard. There was only one person who had ever failed that standard, and Ophelia was determined no one would go the same way. Then, under Casper's curious gaze, she told him the story of Tamsin Reid, years and years ago, of how she had made the decision to forsake the Church of Night and of the crimes she had committed against their Dark Lord, and of the punishment she had been forced to endure. Ophelia told Casper of how Tamsin had been cast out by her family and forced to serve the Church of Night for the rest of her eternal life, a permanent stain on the Reids' otherwise unsullied name. It was just a warning, Ophelia told Casper. Of course he would never do something so blind and stupid. But she needed him to know that there were consequences to his actions, especially as a Reid.

The story followed Casper for years. Before he was even able to join the Academy of Unseen Arts Tamsin occasionally haunted his thoughts, thoughts of her banishment filling his head whenever one of his extended family reminded him of his lineage. Determined to bring some glory to his parents, however little, he threw himself into the one thing he was good at - sports. Casper was no scholar, but he sure could run, and throw, and kick, and he did so with great enthusiasm. And when his little sister Daphne was born, he devoted much of his time to looking after her, and making sure that she would have good footsteps to follow in. So much, much later, when he found himself standing at the step of the New York Academy of Unseen Arts, Casper found himself filled with pride, a foreign emotion. He had made it this far. Great-Grandma Ophelia would surely be proud, too; and she was, when after a week at school Casper received a glowing letter from her, speaking of how wonderful it had been to receive the news, how much better than his cousins he would be. And that was that; having received the affirmation he believed he needed, Casper allowed himself to settle down, losing some of his edge.

Still there was one person he could not get off his mind. He'd lasted perhaps a month, and then his resolve weakened, and he went to seek Tamsin out. She was there, just like Ophelia had said, just like some of the rumours he'd heard had said, still serving the Church, a permanent scowl etched onto her face. But it'd been a long time since anyone, especially a Reid, had kind words to say to Tamsin, and Casper surprised even himself, finding no judgement in him but rather a desire to get to know her better. Once he had feared her, but now they were so close, and Casper had the chance to conquer his fears, instead embodying the values of friendship and justness his parents had hoped he would learn. And they did grow close, Tamsin albeit reluctantly. So Casper could not say there was really anything left for him to want; he was at the Academy, he had his friends, and the world seemed like it could be good and kind.






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I V Y x B I S H O P
"She's so smart, I don't know what I'd do without her help."


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Casper won't lie, he's not the most academically inclined, so he's relieved to have met Ivy, who's more than willing to partner up with him in classes and help him through his work when he needs the support. She's responsible for helping to prop his grades up a little, so he definitely appreciates her presence, even if he finds her a little strange at times.
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R O M A N x B L A C K
"He is so pretty it's unbelievable."


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Casper is pretty sure Roman only flirts with the people he thinks are attractive on an objective level, so he's pretty flattered that he's been on the receiving end of some admiring remarks. Sometimes if he's feeling extra goofy he might even flirt back. But beyond that they're not all that close, and so Casper feels no real attraction towards the other.
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"We're cool with each other, Bones is a really stellar guy and don't let anyone tell you otherwise."


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They started out as friends by association, since Bones seemed to get along well with Tamsin, but as time passed Casper found himself growing to like Bones, defensive streak and all, and now they could be considered bros, in Casper's terms. He doesn't like to hear anybody speak ill of his friends, and Bones is no exception - Casper's found himself having to speak up in Bones's defence a number of times, and he'd do it again if he has to.


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I S A A C x C O U R T N E Y
"I don't know the guy. He definitely looks interesting, though."


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Casper isn't familiar with Isaac, but will probably attempt to get to know him given the chance; it's in his nature.
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D O R I A N x F A W K E S
"Uh, I'm sure he's a great guy, we just don't talk much."


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Dorian's a very lowkey sort of person, and so he's never really been on Casper's radar. Casper can't say he knows the man well.
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"He must get lonely sometimes? I don't think I've ever known him to say more than three words at a time."


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Rian bewilders Casper. Not because he's so aloof, but because he seems so comfortable being on his own, all the time. It's baffling.
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"She's always smiling, I wonder if her face ever gets tired?"


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If Casper's to be honest, Josie scares him a little with her intensity. Sure, they're friends, but Josie's always in animated conversations or jotting down notes about her friends or crafting care packages that Casper wonders where all her energy comes from. Plus she manages to keep up decent grades on top of it all. It's definitely enough to impress him sometimes, and makes him want to reciprocate in kind.


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"I don't think she likes me very much, but that's her loss."


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Casper is, in his opinion, a great guy regardless of his lineage, yet that's all Bodhi really sees about him. She's made it clear on several occasions she doesn't appreciate his efforts at friendship, or even his presence, and he knows it's because she thinks he's an idiot. She can keep that stick up her ass for all Casper cares though.
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"I'm not going to badmouth her just because she's not like me."


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Constance is definitely ambitious and capable despite her obvious standoffishness, and Casper is able to appreciate her for her strengths rather than her flaws. He also rather enjoys her quick-wittedness, and they've had some fun conversations. They're not super close, but he would consider them friends.
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"Sometimes I think of how we used to be before, and I'm glad we've found friends in each other."


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Casper used to be scared stiff at the very idea of Tamsin, yet today they're the best of friends. She's withdrawn and surly, but she can be warm and still surprises Casper with her wit sometimes. He's glad to be related to her, and he'll say it gladly to anyone.
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So begins...

Casper Reid's Story

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Tamsin Reid Character Portrait: Dorian Fawkes Character Portrait: Constance Lamotte Character Portrait: Bones Burroughs Character Portrait: Bodhi Krishnan Character Portrait: Winifred Blanchard Character Portrait: Michael Navarro Character Portrait: Ivy Bishop Character Portrait: Josie Jaiyen Character Portrait: Casper Reid Character Portrait: Neona Ki Character Portrait: Isaac Courtney Character Portrait: Desdemona Proctor Character Portrait: Emrys Proctor Character Portrait: Roman Black Character Portrait: Rian Goulding

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Saying that Dorian didn't have a good night's sleep was an understatement. Since he arrived at the New England Academy, he's been walking around on eggshells. After all, this was his last chance at a life before the witch council found him out. At this point, it seemed like the safest place for him to hide was under the Church of Night's nose, and that's what he was doing. But it didn't make anything easier.

He spent most of the night staring at the ceiling, or refreshing his memory of witch law. Why did he do that to himself? It didn't calm his nerves, only made them worst. It became a routine nearly ever night, going through and counting the number of laws he'd broken, how many offenses. Dorian was a dead man living on borrowed time. The moment they figured him out, he'd be executed without a doubt. If anything, that should make him wish to live what life he had left to the fullest. But he spent too much time living in fear for that to happen.

Dorian might have dozed off at one point or another, but by the time the sun came up, he was up as well. With a sigh, he finally decided to get up and out of bed. There was no point in lazing around under the blankets for hours when his mind would only wonder to more horrible things the future held. He moved about the room quietly, being sure not to wake up Michael as he went to the bathroom. He closed and locked the door behind him. And with that brief moment of privacy he had, Dorian let his glamour fall.

For so long he hadn't be able to look at his reflection, his true reflection. Looking at himself felt so foreign, but the sadness in the eyes... that never changed. Dorian couldn't look for long and let his focus fall to his hands that gripped the sink. With his gaze diverted, he put the glamour back up. He didn't dare look back in the mirror before he made his way into the shower. There weren't many things that could relax him, but a hot shower seemed to always melt away any worries he had, at least, temporarily.

He quickly lost track of how much time he spent standing under the cascading water, but eventually Dorian finally got out. The rest of the day seemed to crawl by, yet at the same time time ticked by so quickly. Before he knew it, Michael was awake and they both had to begin to get ready. Dorian seemed to wait until the absolute last minute to get changed into his white outfit. Just touching it churned his stomach. The one thought he hadn't let plague his mind is what would signing the book of the beast twice do to him. Would it kill him? Overwhelm him with power? Would Satan himself smite him where he stood?

Dorian hadn't noticed until that moment how much his hands had been trembling. Hopefully to other people it just appeared as normal nerves. But he knew the truth, the fear that built up inside him at the nearing of that night's proceedings. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he took the clothes from the hanger and began to get dressed. Thankfully, his reflection betrayed him. In the mirror, he was a different man... Dorian Fawkes, who was giving his life over to Lucifer for the first time ever. He let that thought repeat over and over in his mind.

Once dressed and as presentable as he could manage, he finally looked over at Michael giving his bravest smile. "Have you decided on your baptismal name? I haven't had much time to think about it myself," he confessed as he sat back down on his bed. "Pearl likes Xavier." As he said her name, his familiar emerged from somewhere under his pillow and slowly climbed onto his hand.




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Tamsin groaned as an alarmed buzzed in her ear from the nightstand beside her bed. Satan, when did she go to bed the night before? 5 am? 6 am? She couldn't remember, just that she saw the pink glow of the sun about to on crest the horizon before she finally tucked in. Her hand slapped the table, missing her clock three times before she sat up and yanked it out from the wall and threw it across the room.

Normal people were usually out of bed before noon. But Tamsin rarely saw a need to be up before 3 pm. She hasn't attended a class at the Academy for over a century. She's already taken every single one they offered to the point of knowing the classes verbatim. And being a creature of the night, she rarely felt a need to be a morning person.

Her arms stretched out in every direction as she yawned. Tamsin's hair stood up on end, but remained flat on the left side of her head from where she was laying. Her fingers ran through her hair and scratched her scalp, un-matting it from the several hours of sleep. She yanked her blanket off of her and slid out of bed in a tank top and underwear. She was far beyond the point of caring about how she was dressed in front of Winnie and if someone else happened to be in their room too? Well, they got a free show. Tamsin lost count of how many times Roman had seen her naked.

Tamsin nearly tore apart her bed, searching within the blankets and under pillows for her phone. She only found it when she heard the device fall onto the ground next to her feet. She scooped it up and sat down on the mound of blankets. A groan escaped her lips as she illuminated her phone. "Satan's balls. It's All Hallow's Eve?!"

She slammed her phone down on her bed before trudging off to their bathroom. Tamsin rarely closed the door as she showered, knowing full well Winnie spent half of her life in front of a mirror trying to look perfect. She tried locking the door once, and somehow still managed to be greeted by the red head standing in front of the mirror by the time she was done. Tamsin has long since given up trying to get the bathroom to herself since then.

Asmodeus Proctor told Tamsin several times leading up to that day that he expected her presence along with the rest of the Academy. The ceremony was the biggest celebration their coven had every year. And although the Anti Pope was too busy to join this year, every member of the coven would be attending, including the Reids. And it wasn't like she'd be allowed to skip the Dark Baptism. She tried once... Let's just saying being a torture spell test subject for a semester was enough for her to not want to miss it again. So, she didn't waste much time washing up, nearly slipping and falling on the tile floor as she exited the shower.

Tamsin wrapped herself in a towel, using a second to dry her hair as she scurried back out into their room. While it temporarily blocked her view, she bumped into someone who stood in the middle of their room. She pulled the towel from her head and groaned the instant she saw Roman Black standing before her with his stupid smug grin. "Ugh," she scoffed. "You look like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man... But more sex offender-y." Tamsin wormed her way around him and made her way to her dresser. "Don't you have your own room?"

"Yes, but my roommate isn't my biggest fan."

"Shocker," Tamsin quipped as she yanked open drawers, quickly sifting through what clothes she had clean. She pulled out the first things she found and tossed them onto her bed. She didn't even waste her breath asking Roman to turn around or look away. When she dropped her towel, Tamsin couldn't find her undergarments on the mess that was her bed. After a moment or two of searching, Roman cleared his throat. She turned to look at him, finding him standing there smiling, her underwear hanging off his index finger.

"Grow up, Black," she said as she snatched her panties back and put them on.

"I'll stop when you join us one night," Roman offered as he motioned his hand to Winnie.

Tamsin grabbed her shirt, pulling it on like a vest, turning around to face him as she zipped it up. "I do have standards." Shocking. The girl who pumped herself full of enough substances to euthanize an elephant had standards? Even as she said it, she found it hard to believe the words that were coming out of her mouth.

"And what's that?" Roman asked as he leaned back against the wall on Winnie's side of the room.

"Not you." She smirked towards him as she wiggled into her skinny jeans and fastened them. Tamsin let out a soft sigh of relief now that she was dressed. There was still a bit of time before the Baptism, but seeing Roman in head to toe white get up like a virgin just shit out from heaven, she knew the time was near. If she had to guess, she wouldn't see much of Casper that evening. With the rest of the Reid family present and their clear hatred of her... She'd be left to her own devices for the ceremony.

Tamsin's bare feet tapped along the wood floor as she made her way back to the bathroom, this time closing the door. There was only one instance where she closed the door, and Winnie knew this. It was the one time she wouldn't be bothered. Some shuffling could be heard coming from the bathroom, the sound of the lid on the toilet being moved, some tapping and then the door opened back up. Tamsin walked out sniffing and rubbing her nose, flashing a smile to the other two in the room. It was no secret to anyone at the Academy that she was a junkie. And at this point, she barely felt the effects. It was more like caffeine than a high, no doubt another gift from Lucifer so she couldn't even have an escape or be numb from the torture he's put her through.

She wasn't in the mood to linger and watch the rabbits hump one out before the Dark Baptism. Tamsin didn't even waste her time, finishing getting ready in her room, instead putting her sunglasses on her head and snatched up the rest of what she planned to wear along with her purse. "If you're going to have sex you have about 30 minutes. Not that it would be an issue for Sparky here," Tamsin said as she patted Roman's shoulder. She then grimaced, pinching the fabric of his jacket between her fingers. "Well, if you do you should do it naked. This fabric will wrinkle if you breathe on it wrong."

With nothing more to add, Tamsin nodded causing her sunglasses to slip down from her head and land on the bridge of her nose. "Later, pornstars." She slipped out of their dorm room, closing the door behind her. With a sigh, she walked barefoot down the hallway until she reached one of the small common areas. Thankfully no one else seemed to be there, for the time being.

She found a free spot on the ground and dropped all of her shit. The movement must have startled Chesare, who's white head poked out of her bag to look up at Tamsin, sticking his tongue out at her. "Sorry," she apologized before sitting down next to him. Without needing to rush as much, she lit a cigarette, not particularly worried about getting caught smoking inside the dormitories. Tamsin then took the time to finish getting ready, even putting on a little make up... basically just heavy ass eyeliner.





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Roman's mother had been preparing him for this day for years. What is to be expected of him, what will happen, what it means. But no matter how much she prepared him for it, it still didn't calm his nerves. It was strange for someone like himself to be anxious but this was the day he's been waiting for. To accept Satan into his life, into his heart. To be a servant of the Dark Lord. He knew others trembled at the thought, but he has been waiting for this moment... To make his mother proud.

He started getting ready far earlier than someone normally would, but this was his day. Roman spent at least an hour in the shower, perfecting himself for the Dark Lord. He even decided to shave, trying to be his best self. For months he had his outfit planned and set aside for just this occasion. Rome was never a fan of white clothes, especially an all white outfit. He never found it to be very flattering. But, he knew they were supposed to appear virginal on the night of the Dark Baptism. Being virginal was another thing entirely, but he was twenty-five, what did the Dark Lord expect?

Roman didn't pay much attention to his roommate as he finished getting ready, not that he paid much attention to Bones on most days anyway. He gave himself a final once over in the mirror, slicking his hair back before he grabbed his jacket. He headed out of the boys' dormitory, finally putting his jacket on as he crossed the green toward the girl's dorms. Although they were forced to be in separate buildings, the Academy didn't seem to pay much of a mind to them spending however much time in which ever building they preferred. After all, the Dark Lord had no issue with sexual exploits.

In no time, he had reached Winifred's room. He didn't knock, instead letting himself in as he often did. "Good evening, darling," Roman said in greeting as he crossed the room. He came up behind her, placing his hands gently on her shoulders before placing a soft kiss upon her cheek. "Beautiful as always."

He softly brushed the skin of her shoulder with his thumb before he made his way over to one of her mirrors to check his appearance again. He tugged on the cuffs of his shirt and adjusted his cufflinks. Roman could hear the sound of the shower coming from their bathroom as he looked around seeing the chaotic state of Tamsin's side of the room. "I see the old lady is up at a normal time." He chuckled softly, glancing back over to the stunning red head.

And as if he spoke of Lucifer himself, the brunette came out of the bathroom in a whirlwind. Of course, she couldn't walk past him without their usual pleasantries and banter. As much as she annoyed him, and boy did she... Roman did enjoy catching her when she wasn't presentable. Anyone who thought she wasn't attractive was blind or stupid. And with her fiery nature, she had to be a tomcat in the sack. One day he'd find out. For now, he had to settle for stealing her underwear as she tried to get dress and enjoy the brief extra moment of her naked presence.

Once she was gone, Roman sat down on Winnie's bed. "As much as I'd love a roll in the sheets before signing my name in the book of the beast, I did spend exceptionally long getting ready today." He crossed his right leg over his left. He also knew full well that once she had started getting ready, there was no hope of ruining her work either. What could he say? They were both vain. "Although, I wouldn't mind a celebratory shag later." He smiled at her, raising a brow.

After sometime sitting there, Roman leaned back on her bed slightly, playing with the tassels on one of her frilly decorative pillows."Do you think everyone will go through with it?"

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Character Portrait: Tamsin Reid Character Portrait: Constance Lamotte Character Portrait: Winifred Blanchard Character Portrait: Josie Jaiyen Character Portrait: Casper Reid Character Portrait: Isaac Courtney Character Portrait: Emrys Proctor Character Portrait: Roman Black Character Portrait: Rian Goulding

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Sleepless nights were not a common occurrence for Josie; this one, though, was one for the books.

She had no reason to be nervous. All she had to do was show up in white and sign her name in the book. She'd even picked out her baptismal name - Saengdao. An unusual name, to be sure, but her father had suggested it in the last letter received from home. It means "starlight", and what better than the glitter of a burning star in the cold night sky? The perfect name for my perfect daughter.

Still Josie's heart could not be calmed. She had slept on and off all night, the glow of her clock piercing through the darkness every few hours when she found herself awake again. At last the hour hand pointed at six, and Josie rolled out of bed, ducking into the bathroom for a quick shower and to change into her dress. It was beautiful - a simple silhouette, but the material was silk-smooth and so light, it almost felt like she was wearing nothing at all. The dress had arrived along with her parents' last letter, folded neatly into a brown paper package. See you soon, was marked on the attached card, which was all her mother had to say. Margaery Waterhouse had always been a woman of few words (and many spells, but that was to be expected).

By seven Josie was sitting at her desk, gently patting cold cream onto her face and neck. She tried to move quietly, so she wouldn't bother Constance, but at that moment Bellamy chose to uncurl himself from where he had been lying on her pillow and take a running leap onto Josie's shoulder. Josie put an arm up to stop him, which resulted in his claws digging into her wrist as his back legs scrabbled for purchase in midair. She tried to grab him around the middle - he squirmed out of her grasp and darted across the table, knocking a glass bottle off the table and leaping into the safety of a bag on the floor, flicking his tail in what was clearly a grumpy manner. The bottle clattered loudly to the floor, the sound echoing around the room in the relative silence.

Now Josie was properly awake. She sighed, stooping to retrieve the bottle - which wasn't broken, thank goodness - and set it back on her desk. Her wrist was fine too, bar a few red marks where her familiar's front paws had been. "Sorry," she whispered apologetically at Constance, reaching into the bag to grab Bellamy. He chirped indignantly at her, a high, clipped sound. Josie set him back on the bed, and touched a fingertip to the top of his head, a gentle admonishment. "You stay right there and don't make a mess."

Her morning routine completed, there was little else left for Josie to do. If she had the option to, she would have gone back to sleep for a couple of hours, maybe make sure she was well-rested for the day ahead, but she was entirely too on edge to go back to sleep. Instead, she packed some items into her purse and left the room, not bothering to say goodbye to Constance. Bellamy hurried out of the door after her just in time, trotting alongside her as she made her way to the dining room.

Few people were out and about, and Josie had the luxury of solitude for once. It was odd to be alone, she mused to herself, fetching a plate of fruit pastries and settling herself at the end of one of the long tables, careful not to crease her dress. Often she surrounded herself with so many people, she didn't quite have time for herself. But now she was alone, with the room to herself, save for Bellamy beside her stealing bites of her pastry when he thought she wasn't looking.

Maybe it would do to take her mind off what awaited her. Josie pulled a book out of her purse, beginning to read as she ate. Soon she wasn't thinking of the baptism at all.




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Between Casper and Tamsin's habits, it's pretty safe to say that the average waking time of the Reids at the Academy was not too early. Yet (for what was probably the first time that year), Casper was up by the first ring of his alarm, zipping through his routine of shaving and getting dressed - none too quietly, as was his custom. "Aren't you excited for All Hallow's Eve?" he enthused in Emrys's general direction, not even stopping to see if his roommate was up or not.

Perched on the headboard, Portia cooed affectionately at her master when he reached over to ruffle her feathers. All the same, she scrunched herself down, closing her eyes. Casper could be up early, but she wanted to sleep more, and would no doubt search for him later on when she was well rested. "All right, sleepyhead," Casper laughed, trying to press a kiss to her beak. "See you later." She flapped a wing at him, more annoyed than mad, and went right back to sleep.

First stop on Casper's list was Tamsin's room. More than likely she was still asleep. It wasn't too far from his own room, so Casper zipped over, rapping twice on the door. He allowed barely a second to pass before he tried the knob, which gave way under his hands - he made a mental note to remind Tamsin to keep her door locked - and stuck his head in. Tamsin was, to his surprise, not in; instead he found himself staring at her roommate Winnie... and Roman.

"Oh." Casper stopped short, looking from one to the other, flustered. Everyone knew the two of them regularly had... relations, and for the most part he tried to keep his nose out of their business. At least both of them were clothed, he would hate to be forced to wash his eyes out with bleach afterward. "Sorry," he finally offered, shrugging. "Hope I didn't interrupt anything. Maybe lock your door next time." And leaving them with that suggestion, he withdrew his head and shut the door quickly.

So Tamsin wasn't in her room. Perhaps in the Sanctum? It was highly unlikely she'd turn up to work so early, but then again it was an unusual day. So it was off to the Sanctum this time, Casper running across the school grounds in the direction of the building. Turning a corner, he almost bumped into a teacher - one of the female ones, judging by the sound of surprise she made - but Casper was off in a shot, yelling an apology over his shoulder. Eventually he turned up at the Sanctum, barely even breaking a sweat. Yet even after looking through the shelves, Casper couldn't find Tamsin - the place was completely empty. Once he even chanced to call her name, as loudly as he dared, but there was no answer.

He glanced at the clock, exasperated. He didn't have any more time to spend on looking for his wayward cousin. His parents had already sent notice that they would be arriving extra early that day, just so they could spend time with him before the ritual, and he had to be at the school gates to meet them. And it was almost time.

Reluctantly, Casper left the Sanctum, heading for the school gates. Just as the huge iron structure came into view, a car pulled through the gates, trundling up to the front door. Casper jogged up to the car, his heart swelling at the thought of seeing his parents. "Hey, Mom-"

He stopped short. Both his parents stepped out of the car, but that wasn't all the passengers present. His mother helped a third figure to her feet, and Casper found himself looking down at a diminutive frame, severe grey hair curling around her face. "Grandma Ophelia!" he spluttered, surprised. "I didn't know you'd be coming!"

"Well, I wanted to see how you're doing here. Make sure you're getting a good education," his great-grandmother huffed, grabbing his elbow for support as the car pulled away. "After this, you won't see me until next year when it's your turn, so don't look so dismayed. I'm only here for a day."

But Casper couldn't help his expression, looking up at his parents with wide eyes as he helped Ophelia into the building, her grumbling the whole time. He had to get hold of Tamsin and make sure she was well out of the way.




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Rian was up with the first rays of sun peeking over the horizon, moving mechanically through the movements - brush teeth, shave, comb hair, get dressed. Only today was a special day, of course - the occasion had slipped his mind until he opened his closet to find a white suit, pressed and starched in preparation for today. A thought surfaced briefly in his mind: Today I sign away my name. It didn't inspire any particular emotion in him, and it had sunk back into the mire as quickly as it had come.

He settled himself at his desk, glancing at a small mirror propped in a corner to make sure his hair was properly slicked back. It was. The table's surface, for the most part, was empty, except for two letters which lay in front of him. One was postmarked a week ago; it was brief, and vaguely apologetic. Rian skimmed the page, for no real reason other than to look at the looping, confident letters. Dear Valerian... sorry to say we won't... perhaps next year we might make the trip down... all our love.

That was fine with him. He hadn't really expected anything else. At least his mother had the decency to write to him.

The second letter was much older, the creases in the paper worn and familiar. The ink was smudged and faded in some spots, and the handwriting was cramped and uneven, scrawled in a shaking hand. All the same, Rian could read it perfectly; could probably recite it by heart if he tried. Darling Rian, you mustn't miss me too much... Do look after yourself. I hope you will remain cheerful and strong... and for Lucifer's sake don't pick a name like mine when you get baptised. I would die if you had such an awful name as George. Pick something beautiful, please... Love you always, Anna.

Rian felt no surprise when he moved to put the letters away and found his hands shaking. The first one from his parents was swept away into a drawer, lying haphazardly with a number of similar letters. They all read the same after a while. The second one, the one from his sister, was folded and tucked away neatly into his wallet. "I didn't," he told the sheet of folded paper, looking at it a moment longer before he put his wallet away too. "But you'd probably laugh at what I chose anyway."

His wallowing was interrupted by a single, sharp knock at the door, followed immediately by someone coming in. "I hope you weren’t expecting this room to yourself for the rest of the year," was all the warning Rian had, watching silently as a dark-haired man crossed the room to the empty bed and tossed his things onto it. Rian hadn't, not really, but when everyone else's roommates had moved in and he had been left alone for a couple of months he felt it had been reasonable to grow accustomed to the silence and the empty space. At least he'd been respectful and refrained from allowing his things to migrate to the other side, just in case anyone moved in late.

And now someone had. Rian offered no greeting, instead surveying his new roommate. Tall, and dressed in rather rumpled clothes - oh, and now he was taking a drink from a bottle and offering it to Rian. "A drink before the ritual slaughtering begins?"

Why the hell not. Accepting the bottle, Rian tilted his head back and let the alcohol burn its way down his throat, then handed it back. "Thanks," he began, voice a little raspy from the whiskey. He supposed he should at least introduce himself. "I'm Valerian. Rian." His roommate didn't seem to worry too much about privacy, stripping his shirt off before Rian could look away. "You're... late. Travelling?" he continued, eyeing the other's meagre possessions.