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Roman Black

The Lecher

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

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xxxR O M A N x B L A C K
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"I only bite when asked."
- Roman Black




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n i c k n a m e s x // x romex|xclose friends

a g e x // xtwenty five

g e n d e r x // xmale

s e x u a l i t y x // xomnisexual

o r i g i n x // xmanhattan, new york

r o l e x // xguardian of the second circle






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D E C O R U S


h e i g h t x // x5' 11"

w e i g h t x // x155 lbs

h a i r x // xRoman has short dishwater blonde hair, that he never keeps unkempt. His hair is always styled or coiffed, often combed back in a more vintage style. He also has very short and well maintained facial hair.

e y e s x // xNo doubt Roman's best feature, he has light green eyes that he got from his mother. They are an icy mint shade with small hints of brown, only accentuated by his thick lashes that are the envy of most women.

o d d i t i e s x // xRoman isn't the type for physical altercations unless there is no other choice, so he has no scars. The only unique marking that he does have is a single tattoo. The words 'Ego solo Satanas judicandus' (only satan can judge me) are written across his shoulders along with an inverted cross on his spine.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xRoman may not be exceptionally tall but he carries himself with such a presence and confidence, no one ever pays mind to it. He's of a good form, fit and muscular, finding a strong sense of pride in his own physique. He has a stocky frame, but it suits his stature. It's been said he has a resting bitch face that can intimidate most people, but once you get him talking, it's rare to see him without a smile. Roman has always been a more classy young man, always dressing his best but often in a more vintage fashion. Most of his wardrobe looks as if it came directly from the 50s, but the aesthetic suits him to the T.






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I N G E N I U M
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a e r o k i n e s i s x // x this is only for the guardian characters, can be deleted for the regular students. this is where the newly developed ability goes and you can talk about how your character will utilize it and/or just describe it


N O T A
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c a i n x // x Roman's familiar appears as a quite large Emperor Scorpion. The creature nearly fills his palm, large, thick and black as night. Cain is not a mean familiar, but he does not take kindly to others holding him, preferring only Roman to handle him.


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h e r b a l i s m x // x His mother teaches herbalism at the Academy, so from a young age she's taught him all she knows. From potions, to poultices or just a kick ass cup of tea, Roman can make it.

f l i r t i n g x // x It comes as naturally as breathing to Roman. He loves nothing more than to make a pretty girl blush or smile.

m e m o r y x // x He's not quite sure where is aptitude for memorizing came from, but spells, potions, rituals, languages... Whatever it is, he can remember it after doing it once or twice. Although he might not necessarily be good at the spell, he could tell you the proper way to do it.



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b e a u t y x // x God does he love beauty in the world, and nothing is more attractive to him than a stunning face. He definitely falls under the saying "can't see the forest for the trees", often getting lost in the pursuit regardless of the bigger picture.

r u l e s x // x Roman doesn't like rules, nor does he follow them. With his mother working at the Academy he's been able to get away with a fair bit more than any of the other students. For him, rules are a challenge rather than guidelines.

m o t h e r x // x He loves his mother dearly and would do anything for her. There is scarce a person who receives such devotion from Roman. He would do anything for her without hesitation.



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r e j e c t i o n x // x It's not often that Roman gets turned down, and every time he does it chips away at his confidence and esteem. He doesn't like it. So, it's rare that he pursues someone who doesn't seem like a sure win in the long haul.

h i g h x p r i e s t x // x The High Priest is not fond of Roman, especially when his mother pulls every string to keep him out of trouble. He thinks that Rome is a stain against their academy and just waits for the opportunity to be rid of him and his mother.

d e a t h x // x May be a basic fear, but Roman has no desire to die. No time soon anyways. Self preservation is important to him, and the only person that comes before his own life is his mother.





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P E R S O N A L I T A T E
β€’ x casanova x β€’ x attentive x β€’ x manipulative x β€’ x narcissistic x β€’

Roman is the walking, talking text book definition of a Casanova, or more commonly… womanizer. Although, he’d prefer the term Casanova or Don Juan, more romantic that way. Everything about his oozes charm, poise and seduction. He prides himself on the art of the hunt and catch. Be it a woman… or a man, he chases attractive people like cat chasing a mouse. Almost nothing is more satisfying that catching his prey. Nothing, but perhaps the deed itself. He has a natural magnetism. His looks, voice, mannerisms and even his scent drawn everyone in. He has no desire in love, he doesn’t even know if he’s capable of love. The hunt and attack are plenty satisfying enough for him.

He is also very observant and perceptive. The art of seduction has a lot to do with reading people on a level higher than most others. Subtle things like body language, the tone of their voice or what clothing they wear are all little triggers. He tallies them up and uses them to mold himself into the person that person desires most. He’s a chameleon. Although, never capable of blending in and being overlooked, he can become whomever he wants. This makes it difficult for a lot of people to actually know the true Roman. His friends do, but beyond that he’s studying his prey and becoming their ideal Prince Charming.

The ticket to Roman’s ease in seduction and Casanova demeanor is his effortless manipulation. He could sit before a person telling them lies and truths about himself and the person would think every word from his lips was the truth. An art he learned from his father, he is capable of truly making himself the chameleon that can be whomever and whatever he wants. Aided with his emotion manipulation he can use this manipulative trait and also persuade people to nearly whatever he wishes. Although the hunt is way more gratifying when he wins over his prey by their own will without his influence, he is more than capable of using this to his advantage. With a snap of a finger, and switching his personality like the flip of his switch he can be who he wants to get what he needs.

Roman is also so entirely full of himself that there is hardly ever space for someone else in the room beside his ego. He’s hot, and he knows it. In his mind, he is the sun and everything revolves around him. His confidence, although irritating quite often is also magnetic. The way he carries himself and presents himself is like he is a God, and more often than not people will flock to that. He loves himself and will prove to everyone else that they should love him too. He is a cocky, manipulative little Ken doll that will have whomever he wants wrapped around his finger.





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H I S T O R I A R U M


Vanessa Black was a bright witch when she attended the Academy as a young girl. And it was shortly after her Dark Baptism that she became pregnant. Roman is her only son and child, and a bastard. Not that that sort of thing was taboo in the Church of Night like it was to Christians or uptight mortals. The real scandal, if it could be called that, is the unknown identity of the father.

As the years moved on, the more people began to think that the father was someone from within the Academy, which is why the truth behind the father has not been revealed. Some think it was the result of an affair with Malcom Thatcher, the Ancient Tongues teacher… But the one rumor that always seems to come whispering back is that he came from an affair between Vanessa and the High Priest. This rumor only seems to hold more weight due to the blatant hatred Asmodeus has towards Roman.

Either way, whatever rumors people whispered behind his back, Roman never let their words get to him. As far as he knew, his father had never been part of his life. He doesn’t know, nor does he care who the sperm donor was that made him. He grew up very close to his mother, and no matter what anyone said about her, he never believe. In his eyes, she was a perfect woman and mother.

Growing up, it was rare for Roman to make any meaningful friends. He compared most people to what he’s known his whole life, his mother and if someone wasn’t like what he was used to, or didn’t get along with his mother, then he didn’t waste his time with them. Some could say he was a momma’s boy as a child, and he wouldn’t argue that. He never saw anything wrong with it.

But other than the rumors of his parentage, Roman’s life was fairly ordinary… Or as it could be for a young Warlock. As he grew into adulthood, more and more times he’d hear from his mother that he was becoming more like his father. And although this made Roman curious, he still never pried into who his father really was. After all, they say that those who are promiscuous usually have Daddy issues… And who was roman to argue?






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B O N E S x B U R R O U G H S
"Well, he's straight... soooo."


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Roman is attracted to... well anyone who is attractive. That isn't to say Bones doesn't have his own strange, baby faced and tattooed charm, but there is a glaring fact that hinders that. Simple enough, the boy is straight. Sex is what draws Roman to someone, and then if they're decent he sticks around. He knows Bones but not in a friendly or biblical sense.



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"I've seen her naked, so that's a thing."


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Bodhi is one of the many people crossed off of Roman's list. He pursued her when they were both newer to the Academy. He could never resist a more ethnic beauty. But their encounter was lack luster and neither of them attempted to attempt it again. They definitely aren't friends and generally avoid one another, unless exchanging the occasional quip. Besides the sex they shared, there wasn't much common ground between them.


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M I C H A E L x N A V A R R O
"I love flirting with him. It makes him so... flustered."


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Roman doesn't really know Michael's sexuality, not that he really cares. He is a flirt and Michael is an olive skinned beauty. He might have stopped making scandalous advances on the boy if it weren't for how he acted to Roman's flirting. It was similar to whispering in a shy girl's ear, telling her all the things he'd do to her if they were alone. Michael acted like one of those shy girls, pretending like he wasn't bothered, but couldn't sit still or form proper sentences. Roman loved it.


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"A brief quote in your character's voice about the other character."


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"A beaut, no doubt. But I don't think we're on that wavelength"


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Roman and Josie have never really been in sync with one another. It's kind of like that awkward moment in movies when two people from vastly different worlds try to have a conversation and it just hangs in an awkward silence. He tries to feed off her and adapt how he acts to make the conversation more easy, then it seems she does the same. It just keeps going in circles until one of them finally walks away


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L U C I A x D U B O I S
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N E O N A x K I
"A brief quote in your character's voice about the other character."


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"A brief quote in your character's voice about the other character."


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Put a brief paragraph description about the relationship between the characters, why it is the way it is, etc. Copy and paste this section for each character as you make relations. You don't have to keep this section, if you'd rather not have relations on your CS or public. You can remove the images to the left if you'd rather just have the names. But if you keep the image it is the same size as the character images on the intro, so you can just copy those instead of having to find new if you'd prefer.





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So begins...

Roman Black'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: Dorian Fawkes Character Portrait: Winifred Blanchard Character Portrait: Michael Navarro Character Portrait: Ivy Bishop Character Portrait: Roman Black

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Michael was surprised he had even slept at all. The gnawing feeling of the signing had been eating him alive all week, but somehow by the grace of God The Dark Lord he was able to sleep soundly for a few hours. He stirred lightly as the sound of Dorian's shuffling awoke him and he waited until he heard the bathroom door close and the shower turn on before slowly propping himself up in bed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. When he was absolutely sure Dorian was preoccupied he leaned his body over the bed, sticking his hand blindly under as he felt around for the loose board. When his hand bumped into the corner sticking out he quietly moved the board over and grabbed the small box inside.

Anxiety slowly creeped into him, as it aways did when he got the box out. You never know who was truly watching you at any moment at the Academy - but this really couldn't wait. Mitch sat up in bed, scooting up until he felt the backboard press against his shoulder. The box was small, perhaps the size of a small compact wristlet, ornately decorated with jewel toned patterns and small encrusted gems along the top. It had belonged to his mother. Mitch reached above his head feeling along the top of the headboard until his finger brushed against the tip of the nail that awkwardly stuck out from the wood. He had unfortunately discovered the bastard while trying to reach for his Demonology book that he had dropped behind his bed. Mitch pressed the pad of his thumb against the nail slowly, until he felt the familiar sharp sting drawing his hand back quickly. He stared at the small scarlet drop of blood that began to bloom on his finger before pressing it against the box where the lock used to lay. Michael had asked his Aunt Penelope years back on how to lock a box, when she asked the reason he lied saying that Dorian had been getting in his things. If she only knew him. His Aunt graciously taught him the small spell and it brought some of the weight off of his shoulders. Only his blood could unlock it, so even if someone had happened to poke around the loose boards under his bed they still wouldn't be able to open it. A foolproof plan, he had hoped.

Michael felt small pop as it clicked open in front of him, at first the contents seeming rather harmless. Laying inside the velvet lined box were three items - items that could potentially get him killed. Or worse. The first was a small photo of his mother, a grand smile on her face with her arms around a young Michael. He picked it up gently, as if mere touch might make it disintegrate in his hand. Mitch's eyes softened as he ran a finger over the waxy film, he remembered that day so fondly. His mother had picked him up early from school for his birthday taking him to his favorite pastry shop, La Pastisseria, for some mantecados. They spent the rest of the day in the park until the sun stole them away to watch El Chavo del Ocho on the couch til he fell asleep. How he missed his mother, there was never a day he didn't, but the guilt had begun to chip away at him. What would she think if she saw him now? About to sign his life away to Satan himself. Mitch pushed the thought far away in his head placing the photo gingerly back in the box. He glanced at the two most incriminating items in the box - a small pocket bible and a cross necklace.

Mitch tried, several times throughout the years to get rid of the box. But he never could bring himself to do it. It was a part of himself that he never wanted to lose, more than anything he never wanted to be his father. He couldn't deny however that as the days rolled by he seemed ever closer to that dark truth. Michael would get rid of the box, today. He had promised himself that he would do it more than once throughout the week. After all, once he signed his name what point would he have for it anyway. Mitch glanced once more at the smiling face of his mother before closing the box quickly, he couldn't bare to look at her face any longer. The guilt was too much.

At the sound of the shower turning off, his heart leapt out of his chest and he quickly shoved the box under the bed in its little crook placing the board back in place. The second he settled himself back into bed the door opened and he gave a half-smile to Dorian trying to ignore the sound of his heart pounding in his head. "Morning" He said as coolly as possible sliding himself out of bed and walked past Dorian into the bathroom, not even realizing he had been holding his breath. If he had half the mind to pay attention he might of noticed his roommate was just as equally as distressed.

After a long shower and a change into his annoying bright white ensemble Mitch felt a tad more at ease. He had opened the window to their dorm for Barclay and it didn't take long for the hawk to swoop in perching on his bedpost. Mitch affectionally smoothed the feathers on the hawks wings as Dorian spoke drawing his attention. To answer Dorian's question he had indeed thought about it, several times. The correct answer would be to change his name in its entirety, to rid himself of his past and start anew. Not to mention its uncanny tie to the Catholic Church. Mitch was quiet for a moment, as if lost in his own thoughts, before he spoke surprising himself. "Victor" He spoke the name as if he was just trying it for the first time. It was for his mother, Victoria. Michael didn't spare much explanation to Dorian, that was one thing he liked about his roommate. Dorian asked no questions, and Michael did the same in return.

After a small moment of silence, he smiled softly back at Dorian. "I think Pearl has good taste". He gave one more affectionate pat to Barclay and walked around the bed sitting down to face his roommate. "What do you think will happen to us?" He realized how ominous and ambiguous his question sounded, and even though he meant it that way added on to it, to seem less fearful. "I mean, have you ever seen a Dark Baptism before?"







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Winifred sat poised as usual at her vanity, gently powdering her nose when Tasmin chucked her alarm clock across the room where it splintered into a thousand pieces. Winnie was so used to it at this point the girl didn't even flinch. "Good morning Sleeping Beauty" A hint of teasing in her voice as she glanced at her roommates disheveled appearance through her mirror. The vanity was a new addition. Her mother had it shipped at her request, she had nearly run out of room for all her things in the bathroom and she feared Tamsin would kill her if she took up anymore room.

"Tas, I reminded you yesterday!" She called over her shoulder as the witch stomped her way into the bathroom. Winnie shook her head with a small giggle and turned back to her reflection in the mirror. Everything about her was calculated down to the core, if it wasn't perfect, it wasn't Winnie. Her coppery-red hair fell in effortless waves down her back, and her makeup although light accentuated her full lips and arched brows. Apart from her normal ensemble of reds and blacks, she insisted on picking a dainty, pale yellow, chiffon dress that she had order a month back. It was elegant and perfect for the Dark Baptisms.

Winifred stood up from her vanity, and walked over to her bed where she had laid down a few bracelets and rings to try on and pick. As she ran her hand along a golden cuff, a warm smile appeared on her face as she heard Roman's voice. She closed her eyes as he planted a soft kiss on her cheek, taking the moment to envelope herself in his warmth. Winnie turned to face him, not even hiding the fact that she took a second to look him over before meeting his eyes. "You know, I always thought the all white was a little tacky but - you really put it off love"

Winifred rolled her eyes at his comment about Tamsin, "you think all that sleep would make her a little more cheery". With her incredibly perfect timing Tamsin begrudgingly stumbled back into the room, scowling at Roman's presence. Winnie quite enjoyed their back-to-back banter, Roman was never afraid to push Tamsin's buttons. But, neither was Winnie. As the two exchanged insults, she busied herself with settling on a few pieces of jewelry, fastening on a thick gold bracelet with matching earrings. Winnie finally turned her attention back to Tas only to be lectured about sex, typical. The witch acted as if they were rabbits in heat for satan's sake. Besides, Tamsin clearly had no idea how long it took Winifred to curl her hair this morning. Winifred barely had time to even tell her roommate bye before the door closed behind her. She flicked her gaze back to Roman a small sigh on her lips. "Isn't she just a delight?"

She made her way over to her closet, which in her opinion was too damn small even after she had Ivy use an expansion charm on it. Winnie sifted through her shoes - she had enough for a small village - until she settled on a pair of black Louboutins. Sitting on the trunk at the edge of her bed, she began to put her heels on glancing over her shoulder back to Roman. "I would hate to ruin your outfit on your special day, Darling. And if I don't have you to admire during the ceremony, I don't think I could sit through the damned thing" She said standing up after putting on her heels. Making her way back over to the bed she gave him a rather sultry look leaning down towards his ear. "Besides, it would give me more time to think about how I'm going to get it all off of you" She planted a small, lingering kiss on the side of his jaw before pulling away to smile at him once more.

"Of course, I mean there's always doubts, but everybody goes through with it" And Winifred did fully believe that everyone would go through with it. When it boiled down to it, how could they not? "Why? You're not having second thoughts are you love?" She cocked her head to the side slightly, one of her perfectly arched brows raised in question.

A small look of remembrance overtook her face suddenly and she clasped her hands together, her bracelets jingling like a wind chime. "I almost forgot, I got you something!" She dashed over to the trunk at the end of her bed, opening it grabbing a small, perfectly wrapped golden box placing it in his hands. "It's not much, just a small 'graduation' gift" A slight giggle bubbled out of her lips at her own little joke. Inside was a mint condition, 18k gold, 1956 Rolex Ovettone. She knew how much Roman adored vintage fashion and once she thought of it she couldn't resist. It took both her brother's help, a complicated summoning spell, and maybe some arm twisting but she had been excited to give it to him for weeks.

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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.

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