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James Anderson

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a character in “Covens, Cliques, and Hexes! Oh My!”, as played by OurStars

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F u l l N a m e ? James Eric Anderson, at your service

N i c k n a m e s ? James or Andy are the norm, but you can call be Drop Dead Gorgeous if you like. Plenty of people do~

A g e ? Eighteen

H o m e t o w n ? Lakeland, Florida

E t h n i c i t y ? Technically of German Descent, but my family has been in America since the Mayflower.

S e x u a l i t y ? Mainly heterosexual, though I guess if I've had a few drinks it doesn't matter either way



C o v e n ? Medea- the best of the covens, naturally. The most diverse and interesting, at the very least.

Y e a r s s p e n t a t F a e ? Started here freshmen year, so this'll be by fourth- I've been here for three to date

S p e c i a l t y ?
My specialty would probably be simple increasing. I have the ability augment things, whether it be someone's power or their emotions. Sure, I can't create anything that isn't already there, but the fact that I can make everything more powerful and stronger is pretty cool, by my standards. I'm like an amplifier of energy, emotions and skills in general. I have to be around for something to work, and it is generally of my own pure will, with the exception of if I have a sudden burst of emotion or if I maintain physical contact with someone for longer than around thirty seconds. I give everything a bit of a kick- pretty useful at parties, if you know what I mean.

A b i l i t i e s ?
Psychometry --I have the ability to tell the history of an object just by touching it- whether it be an ancient piece of furniture with centuries of history, or a hat just recently bought. I guess that would make me kind of good at solving crimes, because I know who the previous owner is quite instantly. Of course, no one would believe me until there was actual 'proof', so I don't know how well it would actually turn out. When I first came here, it happened with everything I touched, and so I always wore gloves. Now, I can focus it to only work on my fingerpads, and now can see into the past on command. It's a lot less of a headache, because now I don't have to worry about being sent into the past every single time I brush my hand over something. It's a pretty cool gift, I guess, and can give me a better knowledge of the history of things around me.

Temporary Possession --I also have the ability to temporarily possess someone's body. The weaker their will power, the longer I can remain, though I usually do what I have to do and then dart out- it's weird being in someone else's skin, you know? I mean, all the limbs feel wrong and you can't stop licking your teeth because they are different and all that sh*t. Like with all of my abilities, this power is based upon physical contact, because I have to touch a person to go into their body. Now, when I'm in them, one or two things can happen, depending on how well I've been focusing. Either they will be pushed to the back of their own body and my physical form will kind of freeze up, or they will fly to the nearest empty vessel- my body. I'm pretty good at trapping people in their own body, but there still are times when I have to chase someone down to get my body back.

Augmentation --I'm pretty sure that I kind of explained this in the specialty skill, yeah?

Clairsentience --This is the knowledge of something through touch. It isn't like psychometry, where I can see the past of something with physical contact. Instead, I can touch a machine and see how it works, as though I were taking it all apart and putting it back together again in my head. It's pretty cool, right? It makes me kind of awesome at fixing things, as long as I've touched them once, and helps me to understand how everything works with a simple brush of the fingers. Knowledge is power, as they say.

As far as normal skills go, I'm pretty good at flirting, I'd like to think, and I am pretty decent at playing the piano, though that may seem slightly feminine these days. Besides that, I'm also a boss on the soccer field.

F a m i l i a r ?
My familiar is Jessie, a medium-sized Shibu Inu who is always up for adventure, and has the tendency to greet people by jumping on them. She isn't exactly fantastic at listening to what I say, preferring instead to do her own thing, but we get along famously all the same. She's incredibly loyal, like all dogs, and a bit overprotective at times.


P e r s o n a l i t y ?
Well, clearly I have a completely awesome personality, as anyone who knows me can surely confirm for someone who has the lack of fortune to not know me. I suppose that I am what several people have called arrogant, but the word doesn't really phase me at all, because it is probably completely accurate. That's right, I'm not going to try and argue against people who insult me and call me a guy with an inflated ego, because it is the truth. If they start insulting me, well, that is when I will actually get angry- and you wouldn't particularly like to see me when I'm angry, I think. Normally I'm a pretty nice guy, not thinking twice before making conversation with strangers, and never passing up on talking to a pretty girl, or getting into her bed afterwards. However, when I'm angry, I guess you can say that my mind just sort of goes blank, and by the time I've regained myself, generally some damage has been done. I can be pretty violent in that state, I'm afraid, though I do my very best to keep it under wraps so that others aren't hurt. I don't know what it is, but I think it has something to do with my ability to augment things- everything I feel I feel more of, you know? When I'm happy, I'm as high as a kite, naturally pumped with joy. When I'm depressed, I can go days refusing to come out of my room. Because of all this, I put a lot of effort into keeping myself in a state of bland contentment, though sometimes I let loose at parties and such. Still, I find it a lot easier to try and either remain happy at all times, or just kind of keep myself from ever being over-stimulated, unless I know from prior experience that everything will be fine enough regardless- something that is only really the case for happiness and boredom.

Other than all that jazz about emotions, I am a fairly sociable guy, especially to those who cannot see that I am constantly suppressing something. I am a bit of a flirt, as well, although that may just be because I have a certain way with words, if you will. It could also help that I'm not particularly unattractive, of course. Point of the matter is, I happen to have a healthy amount of liking for the female gender, and tend to show it. It is a time, though, when I definitely have to keep my emotions down, because there have been times when I lost it for a moment and regained myself to see that I had pinned a girl against the wall and, well, begun to undress her a bit. That was one of the incidents that sealed my decision to go to Fae, where I could better learn to control my emotions.



L i k e s ?
+Jessie
+Parties
+Flirting
+Joy
+Women
+History
+Knowledge
+Control
+Dr. Pepper
+Pop Rocks
+Old Video Games

D i s l i k e s ?
-Losing Control
-Broccoli
-Chocolate
-French Fries
-Easy Girls
-Heavy Clothing
-Mice
-Pop Music
-Insults
-The Cold

H i s t o r y ?
[WIP]

So begins...

James Anderson's Story

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Character Portrait: Karol Angelo Character Portrait: Kwan Yin Xong Character Portrait: Eileen Fischer Character Portrait: James Anderson

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Among the Merlinites stands a young woman with dark hair and chocolate eyes, quiet as many of the others chat and jest about how they are going to do during the duels. This is not due to a particular lack of social tendencies, for the young woman does like company as much as the next, but for lack of a natural eloquence that she believes should be required in general conversation. This silence is not noticed very easily, however, now that they have moved on to the hands-on training, practicing defense and attack strategies against each other in order to prepare for the Medeans. One thing about that house to be envied is their diversity, something which would give them the edge in the duels, certainly. It is a fairly recognized truth that the Merlinites will use white magick, with perhaps the exception of some gray thrown in here and there, and therefore counter attacks can better be prepared against them. The Medeans, however, have a great range of specialties and skills, able to dip into dark or light magick as though they are standing in the key spot to reach out and grab either side of the table. Besides that, battle magick isn't really the type which Eileen specializes in. Her protection magick is quite good, perhaps, but one cannot simply defend throughout the entirety of the fight. Unless you wear them down and then attack, she thinks to herself whilst maintaining a protective shield. Many major spells require words to be spoken, and that is clearly something that she can't do without screwing it up because of her damn stutter. It is rather likely that her part will be a combination of healing and doing physical work- she had always been the athletic sort, after all. Technically, she could work to unravel the ties between the Medeans and cause feuds. However, she is a Merlinite, and using the power she had over the connections that bind people is against her morals.

Eileen could feel a slight squirming in the front pocket of her aviator jacket, alerting her that Gatsby had finally gotten around to waking up. What's going on? Are the trials today? He squeaks nervously, the mouse's head peeking out of her pocket slightly to look around before hiding back into it, the pebble around his neck not giving him much reassurance. I don't like this. That Professor Romeo guy is running it, yeah? Oh my. Don't get killed, Eileen. Be careful. Run away if necessary, okay? Those Medeans can be scary, the familiar continues in that anxious way of his, one which makes the young woman want to roll her eyes a bit. I'll be fine, Gatsby. Go back to sleep- you are going to distract me.




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The Medeans were supposed to have met with Professor Kwan to prepare for the coming trials today, but James had made the executive decision to take the scenic route on his way over, though he does indeed head in the general direction of where they are supposed to be going. One flaw with his abilities is that they all require some sort of physical contact, something that he muses rather wistfully while walking. This would mean that he actually needs to get close enough to touch someone in order to use any of his specialties, and his main talent requires the presence of someone else. All the same, his ability to broaden the range and increase the power of someone's spells is quite useful, for it can make a mediocre spell grand and a powerful spell unimaginable. It is a pity that his ability doesn't work on himself- the only effect it seems to take on the young man would be the fact that he feels every emotion to a far greater extent than other people tend to. That hasn't really been the greatest thing for him, even though his happiness is about as good as being high because of the surplus of chemicals charging through his mind. James turns a corner and sees some of his Coven -though by all means not all of them- in the distance, headed by Professor Kwan, the Jade Child who mentors the Coven. He had once thought to ask what being a Jade Child meant, not being particularly well-versed in old mythology, but simply brushing past the professor had given him knowledge of it, though not all for her mind was well guarded, and that had been back when his control over his own abilities was somewhat. . .lacking. There is the sound of barking behind him as a medium-sized Shibu Inu runs up to the young man and jumps on him, though too small to knock him over. He grins down at Jessie, his familiar, Where've you been?

You are the one who left without me. Couldn't have waited a few more seconds? The dog scolds before falling into trot beside him as they reach the Medeans and join the group, though slightly on the fringers.

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Character Portrait: Alejandro Miguel Villanueva-Gutierrez Character Portrait: Ever Daniels Character Portrait: Kwan Yin Xong Character Portrait: James Anderson Character Portrait: Morgana Valois-De Medici

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Morgana bristled at the indignity of being pulled forward by the loose blue tie around her neck and the lapels of her white button up shirt that was now coming out on one side of her barely there navy blue plaid skirt.

She had given up protesting after realizing she wouldn't be escaping this teachers death grip on her shirt.

The body of students Morgan was shoved in front of began whispering incessantly at her arrival. Nobody was trying very hard to hide what they were thinking as she heard fragments of many statements . . . "Yeah, that's her, the porn star" . . . "Oh, man! That's the chick that cuts herself and drinks her own blood!" . . . "Why is she here? Wouldn't she be suited somewhere more like Circe?"

Okay, this was beyond humiliating Morgana thought grimly as she looked up through her platinum bangs after having adjusting the pink garters holding up her knee high flowery netted stockings.

"You missing one, Kwan?" The man that had dragged her all the way here smirked as he addressed the tall pretty Chinese women.

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Character Portrait: Karol Angelo Character Portrait: Eileen Fischer Character Portrait: James Anderson Character Portrait: Chrissa Arnolds Character Portrait: Morgana Valois-De Medici

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Character Portrait: Karol Angelo Character Portrait: Eileen Fischer Character Portrait: James Anderson Character Portrait: Chrissa Arnolds Character Portrait: Morgana Valois-De Medici

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"You missing one, Kwan?" As a member of staff approaches, dragging an unfamiliar young woman with platinum blond locks and an expression of great irritation, James looks over at him and smirks slightly at the look of unhappiness on the girl, who is probably one of the new students. He hasn't seen her around, but then James didn't come to the school early this year- he only really arrived a day or two ago, and hasn't bothered to look for any new faces, because doing so didn't really seem to have any use for him. The young woman is fairly attractive and looks like she has a completely nasty temper, but doesn't look particularly harmless either. He therefore doesn't pay a large amount of attention to her, though Jessie growls slightly, looking somewhat annoyed at the presence of the girl. Her familiar is a cat, the canine familiar explains, spitting out the last word as though it were one unfit for polite society. Jessie seems to follow the pattern of her species with her great dislike of cats- she just seems to find them endlessly aggravating.

James only snorts in amusement at his friend's typical reaction, Calm down, Jessie. I hardly think that the cat will be an issue for you. He scratches the dog fondly behind her ear.


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The next time that Eileen glances over at her roommate and friend, the young woman is pulling out a familiar Yankees baseball cap, one that Chrissa had shown her a while ago, as well as told her about its mysterious appearance and the cryptic note which had arrived along with it. Chrissa grins at her mischievously when she catches Eileen glancing over at the cap with curiosity. She's going to use it in the trials? Well, I guess that will help against the Medeans, Eileen muses, the thoughts prompting Gatsby to poke his nose out of the jacket pocket again to look over at the hat, which he recognizes as well, of course. The furry little guy seems as though he is about to say something, but only sighs mentally before falling back into her pocket to curl up and sleep, because he hadn't had anything to block the movies' noise last night, and thus had been left more awake than Eileen had. She doesn't say anything, primarily because she uses her words somewhat sparingly, although less conservatively around Chrissa, but also because Professor Karol appears to be about to speak once more.

And speak he does, voicing the concerns which Eileen had been feeling, about the versatility of the Medea coven and how they would use it to their advantage. He advises that they remember to keep up a strong defense, something that Eileen is actually quite good at, especially when she is also wearing one of her own pieces of protection jewelry, and to only attack when an opening is clear. That doesn't really leave much room for risk, but it is the system that Eileen would have gone with anyway, because her offensive abilities aren't strong enough to randomly shoot around. She notices that the professor soon frowns, and guesses that it is due to the absence of two prominent members of the coven- Aeden and Atreyu.

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Character Portrait: Kwan Yin Xong Character Portrait: James Anderson Character Portrait: Morgana Valois-De Medici

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As if it wasn't enough that she had been mortally humiliated in front of her Coven and then subjected to the indignation of having to hear all their false accusations about her at once – the latter however, which she truly did not care about – but then her damn cat decided to show up . . . and that's when things took a turn for the worse.

The pretty Chinese woman had not even had the chance to reply to the teacher that had dragged Morgana out here when Beelzebub – a black ball of fur dark as midnight and with eyes as red as rubies - came out of nowhere and hissed and screeched viciously at a Dog - that looked like a cross between a Fox and a Wolf – stood next to some blonde guy and savagely scratched the poor creature across his muzzle causing it to bleed uncontrollably.

Truly she had done right, thought Morgana aggravatingly, naming it after the Devil, Himself. What the hell was wrong with that feline!

The Cat was a strange and unruly familiar . . . Her parent's familiars where like their right hands where as she was stuck with this disobedient beast, that roamed freely and never spoke to Morgana . . . Sometime Morgan wondered whether she hadn't just been stuck with a plain old house Cat with a bad temper . . . if it weren't for those unnatural eyes.

β€œBeelzebub!” Morgana shouted furiously at the freakin' Cat.

Beelzebub, screeched one last time as she shot off like a rocket, the Dog right on her tail. Morgan wasn't worried about the damn Cat, she could disappear in the blink of an eye . . . It was like she shared Morgan's ability for Astral Projection.

Morgana started after the quarrelsome pair when she was suddenly yanked back by the collar of her shirt again, almost hurtling backwards onto the ground.

β€œOh no you don't!” Said the man β€œNot again. You're staying right here where you were suppose to be in the first place when I found you loitering in the hallways.”

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Character Portrait: Karol Angelo Character Portrait: Kwan Yin Xong Character Portrait: Eileen Fischer Character Portrait: James Anderson Character Portrait: Chrissa Arnolds Character Portrait: Morgana Valois-De Medici

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James had only just turned his eyes back to Professor Kwan when the cat from before, the one who belonged to the girl with platinum blond hair, suddenly launches itself at Jessie, who had done nothing but growl at the wretched little furball. The cat claws at Jessie's muzzle, causing it to bleed, but doesn't dart away entirely unharmed, for Jessie is no pushover. The dog bites down on the cats tail as it runs away, enough for a slightly sickening sound to be heard as the flesh of the tail bends beneath the canine's pointed and strong teeth. Certainly not one to be left in the state she is in, Jessie immediately darts after the slippery cat, whose name is apparently Beelzebub by the shouting of its name. Watching the two creatures dart away, James swears under his breath, but doesn't bother shouting out to the dog. He has been with her long enough to know that it would have no effect whatsoever, especially as she is out for revenge against the fleabag who bit her. Damn cat. I knew there was a reason that I hated the things. I mean, vicious is alright, but that was just annoying, and fucking psychopathic, he thinks with irritation, side glancing towards the owner of the abominable cat, who is being yanked back by her color to prevent her from running after the animals. Not that she would be able to catch up, of course, for both of the familiars are out of sight by now, likely to chase each other around the entire campus before hesitating in the slightest. Well, Jessie is, at least.

The young man watches Kwan defend Morgana, to some extent, not even bothering to look away- the rest of the class doesn't. She looks like a cat too. Morgana? That name sounds kinda familiar- like Le Fey?

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Eileen merely raises an amused eyebrow at Chrissa as the girl summons a clone of a goddess, one of her specialties, which turns out to be Aphrodite. It doesn't take a very large amount of focus for the young woman to keep up a shield, and her love for mythology and books has lead her to always be intrigued by her roommate and friend's gift with the figures of ancient Greek religions. What amuses her is the fact that the goddess hands a coke can, apparently filled with a love potion, and informs Chrissa with a teasing wink that she will probably be needing it soon. Honestly, Eileen can hardly think of a good reason for this, though perhaps she needs to tempt someone into their favor during the trials? Not that there aren't people, though not really in Merlin, who have the natural talent of inspiring lust, desire, infatuation, etc. Even Eileen, though she wouldn't dare, could prompt some sort of attraction between people with outstretched hands towards invisible strings that few others appear capable of seeing. Other than allowing her to keep people together, seeing the strings has also been able to alert her to the abilities of some others- for example, a strangely rapid knot formed when Sunday sings to someone, one which is tight and complicated, yet easily unraveled once her voice fades away. She is taken away from her distraction at the returning voice of Professor Karol, who asks that the coven now practice offensive and supportive techniques. This leaves Eileen in a slightly awkward position, though in the end she decides to protective supportive by encouraging unity.

When she had been younger, the young woman saw the red strings always, incapable of controlling the eyes which gift her with the ability to do so. It had been fascinating but often an inconvenience- which is why she is glad to now be able to turn the vision on and off, almost like flicking a switch. Eileen blinks, and by the time her eyes have reopened, in the manner of mere seconds, the world before her is crisscrossed with thin red strings which everyone else seems to ignore. She sees friendships, romances, unrequited loves and magnetic hatreds. She knows where all the familiars are by the distinct pink threads which tie people to their animal counterparts. Eileen reaches out a hand, to everyone else appearing to be reaching towards nothing, and takes a string between two Merlinites into her hand. It is one of friendship, but the connection is beginning to fray dangerously, symbolizing a falling out. The young woman, knowingly meddling in affairs which are not her business, places the frayed section between her palms, and then releases. The bond is sealed once more, though may still be severed if she does not interfere, should it reach this state again.

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Character Portrait: Kwan Yin Xong Character Portrait: James Anderson Character Portrait: Morgana Valois-De Medici

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β€œThanks.” Morgana said hesitantly as she looked up through her bangs at the women who offered her a hand up.

She had ended up on the ground after the guy that had restrained her had dropped her at the pretty woman's command and threat. Morgana dusted her plaid navy skirt once she was up.

Great so everyone was staring at her. The Chinese woman who had saved her - Kwan – folded her arms across her chest and gave her a look with a raised brow that said loud and clearly de-ten-tion.

Huh . . . thought Morgana, detention on the first official day of school . . . that had to be some sort of record.

She could still feel the burning eyes of the whole Coven on her. Morgan turned to face the guy whose Dog Beelzebub had scratched viciously. He looked like he wanted to do to her what his Dog had done to the damn Cat.

β€œI'm really sorry about your Dog. There's just something really wrong with that Cat.” Morgana said to him with an awkward shrug and a soft smile "If it's any consolation I think your Dog got a good bite out of Beelzebub.”

Morgan couldn't blame him for being mad at her. It wasn't his stupid Dogs fault it was her stupid Cat's fault.

But at the rate things were going . . . Maybe the stupid Cat had done her a favour, pondered Morgan. There was no way she could emancipate herself out of this lame-o school and her parents were more then happy for her to rot here for another two years . . . But this little incident pushed her own plans for escape a little closer. Way to go Beelzebub! . . . You and I will be back sipping Apple Martini’s at an exclusive bar in Manhattan or whiling our days away by the Seine in gay Paris.

Mon Dieu! She couldn't wait to go back to France.

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Character Portrait: Ever Daniels Character Portrait: Kwan Yin Xong Character Portrait: James Anderson Character Portrait: Morgana Valois-De Medici

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James looks over at the platinum blonde girl whose devil-cat had attacked Jessie, though only because she addressed him first. He doesn't look particularly keen on talking to her, especially as he expects that she will be saying something to defend that demonic little furball. However, her apology is something which surprises the young man slightly, and being the sort who does his utmost to control any excess emotion, he takes a deep breath to calm himself before smiling in a way which walks the line between mocking and forgiving. "Yeah, your cat does seem a bit off, no offense. Appropriate name- Jessie'll get over it, she's a tough one. Besides, I do feel that she can take him," the young man speaks with clear bias. After all, though Jessie may not always pay the best attention to him, she is still his familiar and the two are fairly loyal to each other due to this connection. Regardless of whether a person likes their familiar, James cannot name a single student whom he knows that does not share a connection with their companion and, in most cases, wouldn't defend them viciously. Anyway, the girl before him is blatantly new, with that look of reluctance and what appears to be an arrogance hidden within hostility. Probably doesn't want to be hear. Sucks for her, his thoughts are fairly impartial, if only because he isn't the sort to become too invested in the affairs of strangers.

"Pouting doesn't look good on a pretty face," he advises jokingly before being briefly distracted by the arrival of Ever, who had probably been off somewhere with Aedan or one of the other people that she hangs around- none that he knows incredibly well, of course. Professor Kwan advises that she work on her Alchemy, and James guesses that that may be a cue for everyone to start practicing. I need to find someone to partner with me for mine, I guess?