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Taylor Montgomery

The Unorthodox

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a character in “Guardians of Hell”, originally authored by Wolf's Bane109, as played by RolePlayGateway

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"Because you know I'm just a poor unfortunate soul."


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F U L LXN A M E
Taylor Liles Valkarie Montgomery

N I C K N A M E (S)
Tay | Most commonly used
Ty | Less used
Valkarie | Used only by those that are close to her
Montgomery | Used by teachers and faculty

B I R T H D A Y
March 15th | Pisces

A G E
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R O L E
Witch | The Unorthodox

S E X U A L I T Y
Homosexual | Demisexual | Openly so

E T H N I C I T Y
Caucasian

H O M E T O W N
Lowell, MA

H E X
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H E I G H T & W E I G H T
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A P P E A R A N C E
Taylor is one that could be considered the epitome of unorthodox, especially considering she comes from a military-based family, as well as highly conservative. Firstly, she has a plethora of tattoos that are usually covered by her clothing as if her parents found out they would have an aneurysm, as well as she is always dying her hair from brown to blonde, or Visa Versa. But seeing as she moved out years ago she has come to always display them in one way or another, as she doesn't care what others may think with how she presents herself. She is everything her parents were against and had received multiple threats of being kicked out, for not only how she dressed, but how she presented herself.

She can now normally be found wearing skinny jeans and baggy tank tops or t-shirts, as well as the occasional sweater or jacket, along with her normal everyday boots or vans. She is best described as a hard rock punk girl that was obviously in a highschool band, with her long hair that is usually styled messily, as well as usually being shaved in areas and a few piercings. As people say the eyes are a gateway to one's soul, her eyes are almost hypnotic and entrancing, as even a single glance from her can cause one's heart to beat. Either from the natural attractiveness that she possesses thanks to her parents, or it's maybe the uncertain vibe she gives to people, and she is content without having to know which one it is.

As for tattoos, she has more than a dozen, and all have a meaning, whether they're publically known or not. Her first tattoo is on her left thumb knuckle, it is a small, line drawn an inverted triangle with a line through it, it is the alchemic symbol for earth. On her left forearm is her second tattoo, which is of an arrow, the arrowhead pointing towards her wrist. On her left wrist is the symbol of her astrological sign Pisces, the fish. On her ankle is of a number 13 made of lightning bolts. She had it done as a "Friday The Thirteenth" tattoo on September 13, 2013 secretly as she got it without her parent's knowledge as well as a dare, as it was her first one she ever got. Aside from tattoos she has a few scars that also cover her body, the most prominent ones being on her back, it goes from the back corner of her right shoulder blade, and down to the small of her back, it is a streamlined scar that is still rather sensitive to the touch, often being more so of pain as she can only remember it being from a car crash when she was younger




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P E R S O N A
In the easiest and simplest terms? Taylor is often described as unorthodox and eccentric. Even when she isn't trying, she is usually the one standing out in the crowd. From her quirky behavior and odd humor as well as her looks and appearance, she often sticks out like a sore thumb in a group. For one, she can never be serious for too long and often cracks a smile, even when she is being serious, which often makes people question her sincerity. She usually has a smile on her face that can easily light up a room, mainly as a facade so people don't worry about her, but also that she is usually always in a good mood, except for those few moments in life where she feels like everything is falling down around her.

In large groups of people, she tends to tone back her quirky behavior and becomes the quiet one, alone in the corner by herself. She's always been more of the listener than talker type and would prefer to hear other people talk than herself. But while with people she holds close, she holds them all too closely and tightly as she is petrified of losing anyone else, but at the same time, she is aware that can drive people away so she also remains as distant as she can. In other words, she can easily be your best friend if you want her as such, or she can be known as the quirky girl that often has the spotlight on her. She is loud and brash at times, especially when she is passionate about something or someone, especially when it comes to those that can't stick up for themselves. She isn't one to stand by and do nothing when someone is being bullied or harassed and will easily stick up for the small guy as her father taught her one thing right, be the person you wished was there for you in dark times, and she does her best to stand up for those that can't for themselves.

As for her temper, one better watch out. Not many things manage to get under her skin and piss her off enough, but when something presses the right button or someone says the wrong thing, emotions and words fly that would even make Satan himself blush. She has a short fuse and small list of things that can get to her, usually, if someone makes a snide or rude comment her way, expect something to come from her in one way or another. She is known to be one of the trouble makers in the academy, as well as having a slight reputation of drunken escapades. She isn't proud of it, but she doesn't deny it. While she isn't one of the purest people in the school, she also isn't a prude, especially when drunk. She will flirt with just about any pretty face that she lays her eyes upon and isn't afraid to flirt or make a move in her inebriated state. While she isn't the worst at relationships, she never seems to hold one longer than a few weeks to a month until someone new is in her bed, as she isn't shy about it, nor will she lie if confronted about it.


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F A M I L Y
Dante' Montgomery | Father | 147 | Excamuinicated Warlock |
Their relationship was almost never existent since he was always away from home and too busy with the military to give her his time of day. He would always send gifts and things for her, as his way of saying sorry, and that he cared, but it always felt hallow and empty, never seeming to be genuine to her. And whenever he was home, he was distant and never seemed like her father and always seemed like a stranger more than blood to her. He does care for her, it's just that he doesn't know how to show it, and he always had an inkling of who she was and who she liked, but never said anything as he never wanted to ruin what small relationship they had...


Rebecka Montgomery | Mother | 346 | Witch |
To say that her and Taylor ever had a relationship would be a lie. Ever since she was a child it was always the same thing until recently, dictating everything she did, who she could see, what her interests were, and what she could do in her spare time. As the years went on, their relationship grew more faded and none existent, and at this point, one would even question if it was ever there in the first place. Taylor has always questioned if Rebecka ever even loved her and isn't sure if she ever even saw her as her child and not just a puppet she could control. She knows Rebecka hates everything that Taylor is passionate about, and was glad to leave when she turned 18 years old. After she left whatever relationship they had was entirely pushed away ad Taylor can't help but feel as though Rebecka never even loved her at all..


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H I S T O R I A
Her younger years were all muddled together as over the years as she only really remembered moving from place to place when she was younger due to her father. They never stayed in one place too long, and when they did she would finally be getting used to the town and she would finally make friends, to only just end up moving soon after. This went on for years until she was sixteen, and up until then, she was trying her best to not let it show that it bothered her. Pretending like she was okay that she was forced to move all around the country for the sake of her father's job, pretending like not having any friends or anyone to turn to was okay with her, that it never bothered her or made her feel like the odd one out. The things she learned over the years? Don't get too friendly with anyone as you'll just end up moving far away and never getting back into contact with them, and it would only make matters worse for her. As well as on top of the fact that her very overbearing mother made it so that whoever she was friends with would be supervised and monitored, always having an open-door policy and never allowed to be gone longer than a few hours. No one was allowed to stay at the house and she wasn't allowed to stay at anyone's house for the night.

Mixed with her father's military life, and her mother's over-controlling view, as well as religious views, Taylor became the very thing her parents were against. She got tattoos as soon as she turned eight-teen (that they were aware of), she'd dye her hair just in spite of her mother's conservative lifestyle, as well as wear clothing and talk against how her parents would wish. She grew up having to have a certain viewpoint and lifestyle but went against it all as that wasn't her, but more so just in spite of her mother specifically. Over the years she developed a closer bond to her aunt and uncle that lived far away from them, finding them as her only solace and peace of mind away from her parents. They were the exact opposite of her mother and father and were exactly like Taylor. Free-spirited, quirky, outgoing people that just wanted to live life to the fullest, and it was because of their open-mindedness and caring attitude that made her feel like she had someplace to go to, and someone to come out to when she was six-teen. She told her aunt and uncle that she was secretly dating a girl from her one of old schools and that she didn't want her parents knowing. Up until this day they never knew about the relationship, and she prefers to keep it that way, not that it really matters anymore anyway.

All they knew was that one of her old classmates had passed away in a car accident due to drunk-driving and that Taylor was in the backseat while her friend was in the passenger seat, and was thrown out of the car and killed on impact. The news devastated Taylor and made her go into solitude and seclusion for a while as she grieved in silence for her girlfriend, but to everyone else, it was just a friend. She never told anyone the truth of what happened except her aunt and uncle of course, and how it was her fault, she distracted the driver and it ended in them being severely hurt, and her lover dying, all because she was a distraction. She's secretly lived with that guilt and truth for almost ten years, and a day has never gone by where she doesn't reflect on that night and not blame herself for the crash, due to that she holds a bit of self-hatred and anger towards herself and refuses to get close to anyone ever since that day. Anything more than a simple hookup or fling causes immense panic and stress, often distancing herself when things get too serious, even though she desperately wants to find someone to settle down with eventually. But that primal fear had kept her from pursuing anything more than a one night stand or a few weeks.

But as time went on and the years passed she moved out of her parent's home as soon as she turned eight-teen, was told the truth by her aunt and uncle for who her family really was, and that she belonged to a powerful family of witches and warlocks. She rejected the truth, trying to finally live a normal life as the frontman and guitarist of a band in Augusta, Maine, trying her best to be hiding from the truth trying to live her mortal side. But reality caught up to her when her powers finally came to be and she was told of a school that could help people like her, for witches and warlocks, the same school that her parents had originally met. Now, she finds herself in The Academy of Unseen Arts and has been able to hone her abilities, but not everything is as it seems and she is rather uncertain of the group of people she has gotten herself involved with, feeling as though there is something off about them, despite their supernatural abilities...


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F A M I L I A R
Lumos | She is Taylor's four year old familiar, she is a pure white heterochromatic cat. Lumos is always where Taylor is, either by her feet wherever she walks, on her shoulders or on her lap, or with her in the dorms in her bed by her side. No matter where Taylor is, so will Lumos. More often than not before anyone sees Taylor, they will know she is short behind as Lumos has a tendency to walk ahead and check the area is safe for her master. Seeing as she is more of Taylor's protector than familiar, she will always be on guard and not let anyone else get close to Taylor, often hissing and clawing at whoever comes close, often to the annoyance of Taylor at her cat's overprotective nature.

S E C R E T S
| She struggles with anxiety and depression and would prefer people to not know as she doesn't want to feel like a burden or have people worry about her and what she might do to herself if she breaks | She was the cause for her past lover's death and blames it on herself for causing the accident | Night terrors, she more often than not suffers from nightmares of the accident and has to take medication to get proper sleep or even relax | She writes some of her own music as she used to be in a band, and finds it embarrassing as she's never really talked about her time back in highschool and the few years that followed it |


H A B I T S
| Without even noticing she tends to bite the inside of her bottom lip as well as the side of her cheek, mainly due to concentration as well as nerves | Nail biting, she can be found biting her nails rather often, either from nerves, anxiety, or if she's lost in thought | She tends to tap on hard surfaces when trying to focus, which is often to the annoyance to those around her |

S T R E N G T H S
Vocals and Music. Ever since she was a small child she has had an attunement to music and singing, she was never taught by a tutor or had a vocal coach, simply having taught herself from a young age, being able to play the guitar, both acoustic and electric, drums, piano, and of course, vocals | Swimming, seeing as she was always on the swim team in her old schools it isn't surprising that she was more often being the best member on the team | Survival training, thanks to her father being in the military, she was all but forced to grow up knowing how to survive any and all situations and how to prevent situations from happening. She is CPR and First Aid certified and she knows how to bandage up any wound that is almost entirely fatal | Shutting down her emotions and feelings, due to her father she grew up learning when she needs to turn off her emotions and feelings to get the job done | American Sign Language, she learned from a young age how to sign and has a basic understanding of it and can help translate for those that are hearing or speech impaired | She is athletic and toned in stature, but is by no means competitive or into sports except for swimming and running | Spells, seeing how she came from a powerful line of witches and warlocks one shouldn't be surprised that magic comes rather easy to her in nature. But as it is attuned much more stronger to her emotions, she is easily set off and can become reckless and dangerous |

W E A K N E S S E S
Insecurity,Taylor is surprisingly insecure, albeit no one would ever know since she knows how to put on a brave face and soldier on. She doesn't do well with criticism and more often than not takes it a little too personally | Stagefright, contrary to what people may think, especially since she is in band, she is incredibly scared and nervous of large crowds and usually has to get her mind into a different place for her to not crumble under the pressure | Hopeless romantic, not very shockingly, she is a hopeless romantic and everything about it melts her heart. She adores everything about dating, from cuddling with her partner on the couch to holding hands and occasional kisses, as well as watching sappy movies. When she falls for someone, she falls hard and it is usually obvious when she has feelings for someone | Can become easily emotional at times, often being easy to piss off or depressed | Taylor becomes anxious by the simplest of things, especially crowds | Emotioally unstable, seeing how she can be prone to ager, and easily emotional at times, her control over her magic becomes rather unstable when in an emotional state of mind |


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ROMANx BLACK
"Ah yes, the Academy's own royal douchebag."


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Taylor isn't much of a Roman fan, tending to keep him at arm's length and then some. She doesn't know what it is about him that causes her so much unease, but something doesn't sit right with her and prefers to have as little interaction with him as she can, that and his reputation of being a womanizer makes her rather uncomfortable. She'll be nice and polite, but that doesn't mean she has to like him as a person.


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TAMSIN x REID
"They call her cursed, but aren't we all in the end?"


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Taylor gives her as much space as she wants, not going out of her way to be Tamsin's friend. But unlike the others, she doesn't let a simple rumor control her judgment about other people. Instead, she likes to judge people for herself, and so far the girl hasn't caused her to dislike her or hate her, as far as Taylor is concerned. She'd gladly be her friend, but if that is something Tamsin doesn't desire, Taylor is content with leaving her be.


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BONES x BURROUGHS
"He's got a weird name, but he's been decent enough."


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Taylor doesn't have much to say about him, other than that he hasn't been a total ass to her like some of the other students. He doesn't give her a weird vibe or anything of that nature if anything she sympathizes with him and relates to him on the level that not everyone knows everything about him, and that's perfectly fine with her.



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IVY x BISHOP
"She's been an absolute sweetheart."


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Taylor has never had an issue with Ivy and would prefer to keep it that way if she's being honest. She is one of the few girls in the school that she can tolerate, and if she's being completely honest, she feels the need to be somewhat of a protector for her when it comes to some of the more asshole students in the Academy. Only intervening if she sees things escalate, other than that she leaves her be for the most part.



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DORIAN x FAWKES
"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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DESDEMONA x PROCTOR
"A brief quote in your character's voice about the other character."


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


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


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


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BODHI x KRISHNAN
"She's...Not exactly my favorire person."


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As far as I'm concerned, they wouldn't get along very well, considering they have rather opposite personalities and views. Their relationship is one up for discussion as I'm not sure on how they'd interact.


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MICHAEL x NAVARRO
"He's nice enough, but not exactly someone I'd consider a close friend."


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Their relationship is one up for discussion as I'm not sure on how they'd interact. But as far as I'm concerned, they would get along rather well.



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JOSEPHINE x JAIYEN
"Hard to say when you don't know the person very well."


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Their relationship is one up for discussion as I'm not sure on how they'd interact.


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NEONA x KI
"Not much to say about someone you don't really know."


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RIAN x GOULDING
"I don't really know him, so I can't say much."


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CASPER x REID
"He's Tamsin's cousin, right? He's okay in my opinion."


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She doesn't have much to say about him, if anything at all. They've been pleasant enough to each other, and as far as she is concerned they've never had any issues. They've given each other their space and that's all that can be said.


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LUCIA x DUBOIS
"I don't know how to feel about her honestly. It's conflicting to say the very least."


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Their interactions have been an interesting case, that's for sure. Seeing as how Lucia is one of Constance's lackeys, Taylor isn't the biggest fan of the Self Proclaimed Queen B of the Academy and those that follow her every word, or so it seems. But as seeing that it's a mix of Constance's control and leadership over her as well as Lucia's own devotion, Taylor has given her more of her attention and time than she would otherwise. She's nice enough to Lucia, and doesn't mind talking to her as much as she normally would, at least when Constance isn't around. The last thing she'd want is her enemy knowing she talks to one of her devoted followers. What had really made their interactions and 'relationship' interesting is that Lucia has made it apparent that she has eyes on Taylor, ones which Constance wouldn't be happy with. Taylor has gone on to appease her advances and has simply flirted back and been more of a tease and has led her on, being rather conflicted. She has no real interest in that side of things, or so she tells herself anyway.


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CONSTANCE x LAMOTTE
"The self proclaimed Queen Bee? If 'B' stands for bitch, then yes. I know her."


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Taylor doesn't know what it is about Constance that has made her dislike her, but something about her just hits those certain buttons and gets under her skin all too easily. She'll be nice enough to her face, but behind her back, she is part of the reason why Taylor always hated school, she's one of those girls that start gossip or talks about people, or at least that's how she appears to Taylor. Keep your enemies at an arms reach is her motto when it comes to her.



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So begins...

Taylor Montgomery's Story

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Character Portrait: Tamsin Reid Character Portrait: Bones Burroughs Character Portrait: Lucia DuBois Character Portrait: Taylor Montgomery
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Having said that the previous night for one, in particular, being like any other student on the campus, would have been a straight-up lie. While the others were preparing for their Dark Baptism to write their names in the Book of the Beast signing their souls away to Lucifer himself, or being like others and studying into the long hours of the night, or even some who were celebrating and drinking into the late hours is what happened to one of the more rebellious students. Like many nights prior, Taylor had skipped overstudying or preparing for the Dark Baptism and its ceremony, she and a few of her friends had celebrated their last night of true freedom until they would sign their soul away to Satan. A group of ten students had slipped away in the night and camped out in one of the darker, more solitude filled places on the island. Drunken laughter and conversations mixed with overly hormonal young adults were a deadly cocktail of mistakes and regrets, one-time hookups and lust. If it was a normal school filled with normal people, they would be referred to as the outcasts and trouble makers on the school campus, and who's to say they weren't. They were the misfits, rulebreakers, outcasted by their families for being different in more ways than one. Whether outcasted by their own blood or people they considered family, this small group was a clusterfuck of alcohol and raging hormones. Whether couples retreated back to their dorm-rooms or even got into it among the group one thing was in common, they were incredibly drunk, lust-filled warlocks and witches.

By the time the light of the morning sun began to cast its soft pink glow over the tops of the buildings of the school, many of the students and faculty were already awake and buzzing with life as they began to prepare for the ceremony that night, as it was Hallowseve, or as modern-day people called it Halloween. Many were superstitious and believed it was a sacred and unholy day, while others, like Taylor believed it was simply a day for an excuse to become immensely drunk and be forgiven for some rather unholy acts. The young witch that was known as Taylor Montgomery found herself back in her dorm, under the covers of her bed as her head pounded like a drum, slowly aching more and more as time had passed by, as well as the alarm next to her bed had finally gone off, blaring its malicious tone. Slowly groaning as her arm emerged from under her covers she felt around aimlessly for that vile alarm, fishing blindly until she found it and tapped for it to be silenced. Letting out a content sigh as silence filled the room once more, except for the soft sound of breathing. Breathing that, came from beside the young witch under the blankets. Soon drunkenly hazey memories flooded her mind as she remembered taking back one of the members in the group with her back to the dorms, as she usually tended to do after a night of drunken escapades. It was a reputation she wasn't proud of, but neither was she ashamed. She wasn't the only one that happened to bring someone new into her bed more often than not, not that anyone could really judge. All that she was thankful about was that her roommate was already gone and had stayed gone all throughout the night, more or less have done the same thing. She found herself slowly stretching and groaning as she wiped the sleep from her eyes, knowing full well she'd need to begin to get ready as it was the day for the Dark Baptism, meaning that many of the students would be choosing their fates this unholy night. Reality finally hitting her as it meant she to would be one of them. A disgruntled sigh escaped her lips as she shimmied out of the bed and made her way into the bathroom, taking an overly egregiously long shower. There were few things that managed to calm her mind, alcohol, music, sex, and showers. The three prior ones being more effective than the latter, but the calmness the feeling of hot water could bring anyone was something relaxing and almost too relaxing.

Finally turning off the water and stepping out into the comparatively colder room sent goosebumps covering her soft flesh. Dying herself off with one towel she used another to dry and hold her hair as she prepared for the day to follow. Taylor didn't know what to think of it all, it is a bit much for her if she was being honest. Having only been in the world of the supernatural for a few months on the verge of a year by now was terrifying. Unlike most who grew up knowing who, or more precisely what they were, for Taylor, she grew up the majority of her life believing she was human. But that all came crashing down when someone from the Church Of Night finally tracked her down and told her everything, who she was, who here parents really were and that she was to become a member of the Church as well and sell her soul to Lucifer. Taylor was never one for religion, especially due to her mother, which, after the truth came out it was purely her mother wanting to keep the truth away from her, keeping her blind to the truth. That in actuality, what Rebecka was doing was hiding from the Dark Lord and Church of Night, moving from state to state not due to her father, but due to what they really were. And now, with Taylor finally being here, having joined the Academy, and was now having to make the choice of whether she chose the Path of Night, or Path of Light, she didn't know what she was going to do. Have free will and do whatever she wanted, or signing her soul away to the Devil. While it seemed promising to sign one's soul away, what would they truly get from this? A life of slavery to someone you'd have to answer to, the one that caused her own father's excommunication from any of the Churches and Covens. The one that caused her to never have any friends or people to rely on, her thoughts were a whirlwind of decision. Decisions that by tonight she'd have to make up her mind, something that terrified her more than anything.

Taylor finally found herself getting dressed into an outfit that was just as unorthodox as she was. While the others would be dressed in white, she went for something on a darker tone. It was a suit with the color of a dark navy if in direct sunlight, but appeared to be jet black otherwise. She knew the tradition of the Dark Baptism, but she wasn't one for tradition and wasn't even sure if she was going to join the others in signing, her mind still wasn't entirely made up just yet. Once she was ready with slight makeup and brushing her hair, she could still hear the light, sleepy breathing coming from under the blankets of her bed. A sly grin covered her face as she shook her head, making sure she was quiet enough to not disturb the sleeping woman's slumber. Taylor finally looked around the room one more time after setting an alarm for the girl to wake up in two hours as it read-only 7am. A soft meow and then a rumbling of purring came from behind the young witch as she turned, seeing the stark white cat sitting contently behind its master. "Goodmorning, Lumos." she said quietly as she reached down, gently stroking the feline's back and ears, resulting in content mews and chirps. The white feline followed shortly behind her master as Taylor made her way from the dormitory, passing many of the other students that gave her the odd look here and there, soft whispers that she knew all too well what was being said.

The other witches and warlocks knew of her reputation, and she didn't care what anyone thought, if they had an issue, they could say it to her face rather than soft whispers behind her back. It never ceased, and she knew it never would, which it would normally bother most, for Taylor, it was the least bad thing they would be talking about behind her. They could have known the truth about her, who she was, and what her past was like, but she preferred that only a select few did, namely the faculty and only at most three other students that wouldn't speak of it as it wasn't their business. Taylor was used to others talking behind her back, and as long as they kept her out of it she didn't care, keep the petty bullshit and drama away, and she could easily amuse you. Taylor found herself walking into the common room of the dormitories, it was the general hotspot for all the students to come and hang out, smoke, talk gossip, or wait for their friends until they were ready to leave. She saw many familiar faces as she passed, seeing some she got along with, others, others she had no opinion about them as she either didn't know them or knew it was better to keep things to yourself if you had nothing nice to say. Taylor simply sat down in one of the chairs that faced the middle of the room with Lumos sitting by her feet on the carpeted floor below. Seeing members of one of the groups of friends she had become familiar with, she didn't exactly know what they had been talking about, but from what she overheard she could tell they had been talking about the Dark Baptisms, and how they progressed over the years. Taylor hadn't really known much about them, other than what she was told about them since she got there. Always having been one of the odd ones out, she found herself sitting in the chair, reading an old tome book until it was time for them to leave and join the others for the ceremony. "Morning, folks." she said, almost too casually as she made slight eye contact with the others for a moment before looking down back the tome, trying to calm her nerves that she could feel pulsing through her.

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Character Portrait: Tamsin Reid Character Portrait: Constance Lamotte Character Portrait: Bones Burroughs Character Portrait: Lucia DuBois Character Portrait: Taylor Montgomery
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Constance would never admit it but, it always felt strange walking around the academy without her close (best)friend in tow. The pair have had this air to them, they were a force a nature with one another and everyone knew it. It kept the people she chose to torment at bay while giving those she called friends an easier time of finding the two of them. Without Luci, people just moved out of her way, turning their conversations to a low hush in order to keep the witch from hearing a word they were saying. Don’t get her wrong, she didn’t mind it but, she liked Luci by her side. How the Parisian unnecessary draping herself over her shoulder, with Constance’s hand around her small waist, or with Luci intertwining their fingers. It was their thing and she didn’t like walking around without it, especially on today of all days.

It wasn’t until she smelled cigarettes that she knew where she’d probably find her. Seemed about right. Heavens, come to think of it, Constance could use one right about now to calm her annoyance of Luci and the wild goose chase she felt like she was on for ages. When finally making it to the lounge her eyes went directly to her faithful right-hand woman, Lucia DuBois, not really realizing who the other people around her were. Even if she did, it wouldn’t have made a difference. Bones and her didn’t really talk to one another, so why try and entertain it? And she knew for a fact that Taylor wouldn’t be pleased with her presence. Not that it mattered. But her ears did perk up a bit and a mischievous smile crept on her face when she heard Tamsin’s voice. She scoffed softly. β€œNow, Tamsin. There are plenty of orgies and whatnot all around the academy now, you just haven’t been asked to join.” She looked towards Luci and pointed to Tamsin. β€œThis why you were occupied? You’re talkin’ to the town elder, letting her fill your head with heretic ideals of our Dark Lord and talks of nihilism. How nice.” She slowly turned to Tamsin to look her up and down with her smirk still plastered on her face. β€œYou look exceptionally jaded and morbid this morning.”

Red flushed to Lucia’s cheeks, her lips pursed in a guilty smirk when her gaze met Constance’s. If it hadn’t been for Constance’s persistence that she get her full night of beauty sleep before her baptism, Lucia most have assuredly woken up curled up beside Constance in her bed. That being said, the last thing Constance would want to be doing on her baptismal day would be wandering the halls looking for Lucia. She put out her cigarette with emphasis, looking at Tamsin pointedly before walking to Constance’s side.

β€œMa moitiΓ©, I was just about to come looking for you!” Lucia purred, her fingers reaching out to Constance - cautious as if expecting Constance to brush them away. β€œMmhm, I bet you were.” Constance added watching her friend scurry her way next to her. When she realized that Luci was reaching for her hand, she raised an eyebrow at the shorter girl and looked her up and down once more. She didn’t plan on giving in, but Luci knew exactly how to guilt and/or annoy Constance into giving in whether it be going out more than she would on her own or even something as simple as holding her hand. She rolled her eyes with a slight groan as she reached Luci’s practically begging hand before intertwining their pinky fingers, no need to allow the others in the room, especially with those others including both Taylor and Tamsin, see her give in so easily to Luci. She has a reputation as a major she-devil to uphold and that meant towards everyone. Besides, she was annoyed, and she wanted Lucia to think she was in trouble with her, perhaps in danger of falling out of her good graces. She wasn’t, really, but Luci didn’t have to know that.

Berry stained lips pushed into a slight pout, recognizing the look from Constance. Constance wasn’t the type to forgive easily, it was one of Lucia’s favorite things about her. Lucia knew better than to interpret her reluctant affection as a sign of redemption. If there was ever a day no one should piss Constance off, it would be today. Keeping their pinkies linked, Lucia pulled herself closer. Lucia was like a pet, ignoring all social etiquette and wiggling itself into its master's lap in the middle of a conversation. Some called it poor boundaries, other codependency. It didn’t matter the circumstances, Lucia wanted to be bound to Constance. Between them, a thread, always tying them back together.

Dark eyes dragged across the lounge before returning to platinum-haired beauty. Lucia hated having to share Constance’s attention with others, craving it all so desperately for herself. It was like night and day, seeing the Parisian with and without her other half. Constance was a drug of her own making, giving Lucia a high no drug was capable of. Even with the threat of her wrath, all Lucia wanted was to have Constance all to herself. Constance let out a long sigh as she felt Lucia pulling herself closer, should be expected. Luci didn't really take cues especially from her. β€œDo you want to finish preparing for the Baptism together, Connie?” Lucia coyly asked, gently swinging their linked hands between them. Maybe if she groveled enough Lucia could get back on Constance’s good side before the baptism.

Ugh. That damn nickname, she got it enough from Luci, she did not need everyone else to feel the need to say it especially Tamsin and Taylor. The pair pissed her off enough in other ways that didn't include that stupid nickname! "That sounds like a great idea." She turned her eyes from Tamsin to Luci with a small smile. "We still have to get our sacrifices prepared and finalize our baptismal names." She turned to the Unorthodox witch across from her and her friend with a raised eyebrow and looked over her appearance. Black on Black on Black just like her two little chumps with. The only difference being that Taylor was 25, she was supposed to sign her name tonight as well. And, what? Constance wasn't going to poke that bear and bring it up just to annoy her? C'mon. "As I'm assumin' you'll be doin' as well, Taylor. You are of age after all just like the rest of us, but you're not in the right attire. Pity." She made a tsk noise. "Guess we'll see at the church. As for you two," She turned her eyes to Bones and then Tamsin. "We will see you at the baptism." She turned towards the hall with Luci in tow. When they were finally out of view of the others. Constance intertwined her fingers with Luci's as they walked through the hall. "So, how was your night?" Constance turned her look to Ivy. "Obviously not amazing because you weren't with me," Constance raised her eyebrows with a click on her tongue. "But hey, some random, probably inadequate witch or warlock got the job, right? I mean, I would hope so seeing that was the last time before you signed your name to the Dark Lord, only a day we've been waiting for together for what feels like a lifetime. What better way to start that day other than wakin' up with some random followed by a riveting conversation with the firestarter, the boy, and Taylor." Okay, she felt better after chewing out her best friend. She took a deep sigh before cracking an actual smile towards her girl. "You're lucky, you're cute. 'Sides, I need someone to tell me how great I look."

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Character Portrait: Tamsin Reid Character Portrait: Constance Lamotte Character Portrait: Bones Burroughs Character Portrait: Josie Jaiyen Character Portrait: Lucia DuBois Character Portrait: Taylor Montgomery
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Tamsin made a point of blowing the smoke in the opposite direction of Bones, a perfect example of why Bones put so much faith in her. Even if most everyone else thought she was a cursed bitch. β€œNo. But they make sex eyes at each other when they aren't naked. I can only handle so much of Roman propositioning me into a threesome." Tamsin’s ever attached python climbed it’s way around her ankles while Bones tried not to gag and the idea of joining Win and Roman. Despite Win’s best attempts to be every man’s ideal, the idea of anything physical with her turned Bones off. Tamsin added on, "Although you're welcome to join them. The rabbits are always looking for new victims."

Bones laughed as he stretched out his feet. β€œKeeping their sex life interesting is your job isn’t it?” He tucked his hands behind his head as he thought about it for a minute. It wasn’t that he was particularly inexperienced, but he’d never partaken in a threesome, which around these parts, did seem to scream inexperience. So he was hardly going to announce that. β€œFar too many moving parts for me.”

Tamsin then went through the usual and expected cussing out of The Dark Lord, before Lucia appeared as if summoned my anyone talking shit about her master. She jumped onto the couch, pressing herself right up against Bones, despite the fact that rest of the couch was vacant. Bones wriggled to gain himself a bit more space from her, reminding himself, as he often had to in her presence, that she didn’t mean anything by her affectionate nature.

β€œOh, is this where we’re smoking?” She asked as she lit up right next to him. And as he inhaled a large whiff of smoke filled nicotine, he took every ounce of his will power to resist the hacking cough building up in his lungs. He wasn’t that sickly kid anymore, he could handle a little smoke without turning into a party pooper.

β€œWas smoking, I know we like to destroy our bodies, but others don't have that luxury." Tamsin butt in quickly. Which just proved to Bones that she was the right person to hitch his wagon too, even if had to store away scraps of her kindness before she returned to snappish and blunt.

However it also rankled his fragile sense of pride. He didn’t need her looking out for him, he was practically, almost, a healthy twenty three year old. β€œIt’s fine.” He grumbled to Lucia with a frown before glaring over at Tamsin. β€œShe’s not my nursemaid or whatever you fucking had back in your day.” Of course, his words were punctuated by a slight cough he managed to mostly smother.

He was saved as Taylor joined the room, an awkward distance away too, as if not sure if she actually wanted to join them or not. β€œMorning, Folks” She said giving them a bare glance, which he responded to with a nod and half wave. They weren’t really friends, so not really his problem to give her a proper greeting.

Tamson picked up where they left off and the conversation moved on to petticoats, whatever they were, and scandalous ankles. Bones for his part laughed at all the appropriate moments, Tamsin did know how to entertain. Then the conversation turned to orgies, why did all the conversations in this place always curve their way back to orgies?

β€œNow, Tamsin. There are plenty of orgies and whatnot all around the academy now, you just haven’t been asked to join.” Constance Lamotte swept into the room filling up every corner of it with her usual brand of prideful sting.

β€œAs oppose to you, who has been explicitly asked not to join.” Bones said immediately without looking her way, his eyes on his boots that he was kicking together. To him, Tamsin was the shit, so he’d jump down anyone’s throat who tried to talk trash about her.

He resisted a sigh as Lucia jumped up from next to him and turned into the clingy version of herself who acted like a fucking cat, purring for attention from her master. He didn’t listen in on their interactions either, in fact he tried very hard to avoid looking at them, as he caught Taylor’s eye and pretended to vomit. The truth was Lucia was one of Bones’ good friends, she was an honest to the Dark Lord good time. But the state she defaulted to around Constance was tragic.

Bones shot them an obvious fake smile as they made their exit. He rolled his eyes at Tamsin, β€œToo late to lodge a petition against her joining our coven? I’m sure I could get a million signatures with a little effort.” With a laugh he got to his feet and stretched out his arms. β€œI’ll catch you at the Baptism, I’m going to find Josie.” With a grin he left her to finish off whatever girly shit she had left to do.

He found Josie absently bent over a book in the dining room. So much so that he was able to approach her without her notice, slumping into the seat perpendicular from her. β€œHow’s Josie, where's the pussycats?" He grinned at himself as he stretched out his legs under the table, crossing them at the ankle. "Almost time for that pesky baptism thing.”

He grabbed a fruit pasty off her plate and begun to destroy it, ripping off bits of pastry to eat at random. He looked over at her and took in her white outfit, she looked nice, far too well-groomed to be offering herself to their Dark Lord. β€œYou’re not nervous are you?” He asked as he turned back to his pastry, the simple question was as much care as his pride allowed him to, she wasn’t going to get a concerned gesture too. β€œLittle hint, make sure you’ve got your baptismal name sorted beforehand.” His lack of pre-planning resulted in a moment of panic, and was why he was now stuck forever with, Hawk, as his baptismal name. Try not to judge him to harshly, he was sixteen at the time.

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With the door open, Dorian's eyes widened slightly at the sight of John before him. His gaze temporarily fell to the blood that dripped from the male's hand. But he didn't comment on it and quickly shifted to look somewhere else and act as though he didn't see it. "Let me shower and get dressed and I'll join you. I'm guessing you need a drink just as much as I do."

Dorian nodded his head and side stepped so John could walk past him. "Understatement," he replied quietly as he closed to the door after his roommate entered their room. He took his time making his way back over to his bed and gently took Pearl from his shoulder and placed her on his pillow. His hands gently hiked his pants slightly, before lowering himself onto the mattress. It didn't take a genius to notice the conflict in John. The man clutched to his rosary like his life depended on it, although it was his soul that was truly at stake.

Neither one of them seemed to be in the best of standings for the day's proceedings. One of them worshipped God, the total and complete opposite of Lucifer in everything. The yin to Satan's yang. While Dorian was living a false life. He had no idea what would happen to either one of them once they signed their names. A heretic and a fraud. John was giving up everything he believed in while Dorian was signing his name a second time. Would hell rip open and swallow them both whole? He raised his right hand to tug at the collar of his sweater, finding it significantly more difficult to breathe.

Then the bathroom door open and out came John dressed in head to toe white, although far more formal than Dorian. "Let's get out of here," he said as he opened the door.

Dorian pushed off his bed, moving to his feet. He stroked Pearl's head with his index finger before scooping her up and placing her back on his shoulder. As he past John in the doorway, he gave the male a reassuring pat on the back. There weren't many words exchanged, or any as they exited the dormitory and made their way toward the coven's Gray Room, the local gentleman's club for warlocks. Neither one of them wasted much time making their way inside and to the bar. No one was working, no doubt getting ready for the Baptism and celebration to follow. So Dorian took it upon himself to walk around the counter and search the bottles for the strongest liquor he could find.

Halfway through his search, he found absinthe and figured that would more than suffice. Dorian grabbed two shot glasses and filled them to the brim. He held the small glass between his index finger and thumb as he raised it. He parted his lips to say something encouraging maybe? But no words escaped. Instead he simply clinked his shot glass to John's, then downed the contents without hesitation. He slammed the empty glass down on the bar and gripped the edge of the counter in his hands. The alcohol was supposed to help but he could feel his hands fighting to tremble against his grasp.

He spared a glance around the gentleman's club, making sure they were in fact alone. Dorian inhaled sharply as he poured another shot for himself. His hand trembled just enough to make some absinthe miss the glass and hit the counter. "Damn it," he cursed under his breath as he set down the bottle. He tried to calm himself with deep breaths, then quickly downed the alcohol once against with a cough.

Dorian had long accepted the fact that there was going to be a special place in hell for him. He was a liar, a fraud... a murderer. He cleared his throat, looking down at the counter as he tapped fingers upon it. "Are you sure you can go through with this?" While he himself was royally fucked no matter what he did, John still had a choice. Dorian's finger tapped upon the bar faster before he lightly smacked the surface with his hands. "I can cover for you," he offered in a hushed tone, looking his friend in the eyes. He might beyond saving, but... If John wanted out, maybe he could help him. Before Lucifer smites him from existence when he signs his name a second time.




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It seemed as though her presence was a magnet that day. Surprising. More often than not Tamsin was her own special breed of deterrent but it seemed that she must have mixed up her honey and vinegar that morning. Taylor, dressed nearly as dark as herself, found her way into some semblance of the group, sitting herself down in a chair that was close but not too close. She made a priority of getting out a book or tome of some sort before addressing the small handful of them that lounged around. "Morning, folks."

Before she could part her lips and make some half assed comment about how it was actually evening or who knows whatever else, Constance strutted down the corridor toward them. Tam knew full well that caramel skinned she wolf was seeking out her clingy French counter part. It wasn't like she hated either Constance or Lucia, arguments could be made that she was friends with one of them but that didn't change the fact that the toxic relationship between the two churned her stomach.

β€œNow, Tamsin. There are plenty of orgies and whatnot all around the academy now, you just haven’t been asked to join.”

β€œAs oppose to you, who has been explicitly asked not to join,” Bones spoke up without even sparing the queen a sideways glance.

Tamsin pursed her lips slightly at the comment. She chuckled, running the tip of her tongue along her teeth as she shook her head. "Lucky for you, Princess. You wouldn't be able to handle me."

Constance ignored her comment to no surprise and turned her attention temporarily to Lucia. β€œThis why you were occupied? You’re talkin’ to the town elder, letting her fill your head with heretic ideals of our Dark Lord and talks of nihilism. How nice.”

"Someone has to corrupt the youth," Tamsin replied plainly as she ran her index finger along Chesare's back.

Although her head was downcast, she slowly looked up over the frames of her sunglasses catching Constance gain a mischievous smirk as she eyed her up and down. Tamsin quirked a brow curiously, just a fraction so only the witch opposite her would notice. β€œYou look exceptionally jaded and morbid this morning.”

Tamsin reached up, pushing her sunglasses up onto her head. "Black has always been my color." Simple words uttered with a very subtly suggestive undertone. To most it'd appear to be a simple comment about to choice in attire, but Constance would be able to pick up the hidden innuendos in her words. All the while, Tam's thumb and index fingers playfully toyed with the zipper on her shirt. "And it's always a sad day when people willingly sign their souls over to the world's biggest twat."

She leaned her head against the wall, trying not to audibly groan as Lucia leapt to her feet and to Constance's side. Tam rolled her eyes as she looked over at bones and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. The following quips between Connie and Taylor, or whatever clingy shit Lucia did quickly lost her attention. Eventually the pair left to finish getting ready for their baptisms or whatever else. She couldn't care less to be honest.

β€œToo late to lodge a petition against her joining our coven? I’m sure I could get a million signatures with a little effort.” Tam chuckled as he moved to his feet. β€œI’ll catch you at the Baptism, I’m going to find Josie.” She gave bones a salute with her right hand before he left her sitting there with the ever talkative Taylor... And a talk, dark and very handsome gentleman that joined the chaos some point around the topic of orgies.

β€œWhat’s Connie’s deal?” the handsome stranger asked once they were alone... Or relatively while Taylor's nose was back in her book.

Tamsin adjusted how she sat slightly, crossing one ankle over another. She rolled her eyes, shaking her head slightly as she tried to think up a substantial response. "No fucking clue," she chuckled. Her index finger tapped on her thigh for a moment before she spoke up once again. "You're new here." Tam said it like a fact, not a question. She's been at that damned academy long enough to know everyone's names and a new face when she saw one. "So, what's your name and how do you know about Constance?" Her brow quirked as she posed the question, curious to hear his response.





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"Hello, Di bell'aspetto," Dahlia all but purred from behind him as Roman stood in the open doorway. "Apologies for scaring your date, but would you be kind to zip me?"

Roman slowly turned around and found himself greeted by her slender bare back. Dahlia slowly swept her hair out of the way. He didn't say anything, instead closing the distance between them in silence. His fingertips softly brushed her bare skin as he took ahold of the zipper and slowly tugged it upwards. All the while his breath was warm, tickling the side of her exposed neck. Once he finished, he gently took her hair and pulled it back over her shoulder so it could cascade down her back. But before he stepped back, he couldn't help himself and placed a gentle lingering kiss upon the cusp of her shoulder.

"Are you ready?" Dahlia asked as she adjusted the sleeves of her dress.

Roman was quiet for a moment as she turned to face him and even smoothed a wrinkle in his shirt, causing him to smirk slightly. "As I'll ever be."

"It looks like she wanted to leave early, Roman. Come, I go with you." She held out an arm to him in offering which Roman didn't hesitate to take. He led her out of the room and closed the door behind them.

"You look absolutely ravishing, bella donna." He took her hand and gently raised it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss upon her knuckles. Unlike the other witches and warlocks who wasted their time socializing and scurrying about the dorms, they made their way to the desecrated church for the evenings proceedings.

The walk was peaceful and they went, relatively, unbothered aside from some glances from the younger students they passed on the green. It came as no surprise that upon entering the church, Roman and Dahlia were some of the first to arrive other than some of the teachers and the high priest. Father Proctor was the first to approach them. Although the man's smile seemed friendly, Rome could see through it to the hidden animosity he felt towards him due to his mothers favoritism. "Roman Black, punctual as always." His handshake was firm, borderline threatening before he released Rome's hand.

The High Priest greeted Dahlia with a chivalrous kiss to the hand and then motioned to the rest of the church. "We will beginning at sundown. Until then, feel free to mingle. Although Ms. Bedacholli will not be able to accompany you during the ceremony."

Once Father Proctor left them to their own devices, Roman's mother was quick to approach the pair giving a friendly smile to Dahlia before embracing her son. "Roman, my love. You look so handsome. I cannot believe the day has finally come." She took Roman's face in her hands then proceeded to place a kiss on either of his cheeks. She gave him one more hug before looking back over toward his company. "Dahlia, darling, you look beautiful."

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Bones sighed and guided away Josie’s finger that was pointed at his cheek. He sniffed and leaned his head back. β€œI don’t know. Winston Worm Burroughs had nice ring to it.” It was supposed to be joke, but he instantly regretted it, he loathed the name Winston, which only worsened when he remembered that he shared it with his father. Hence his determination to go by his childhood nickname. Derived from the insulting taunt, bag of bones.

Bones looked down at the crumbs he'd left strewn across the table underneath him. He pressed his thumb to them and brought them to his mouth. "And that pesky baptism is only the single initiation ceremony we have into the Dark Lord's community."

Bones held up his index finger and leaned in as if he were passing on some great secret. β€œPesky and overrated.” Of course, he neglected to mention that he had been as white as a ghost when it'd been his turn to write his name. His lack of bravery, had pissed him off, which resulted in the biggest fight to date that he’d ever had with his father. It wasn’t soon after Bones packed his bag for New York.

Josie went back to finishing her pastry and Bones was able to lean back and look her over. In terms of hiding their emotions, he was a novice and she was an expert. Even as close as they were, Bones often struggled to gauge her, her frowns and jaw clenches were always gone before he could even confirm their existence. He looked away, he wasn't some soft-hearted kid that was going to ask for an emotional update. Josie turned back to him. "And how has your morning been so far? Have any productive plans for the day?"

Bones rolled his eyes but before he could answer his phone started vibrating in his pocket, he knew who it was without even checking. He held it between two fingers and showed it to Josie. β€œThe old man’s in town, he’s been filling up my missed calls all morning.” The buzzing stopped and Bones tossed his phone onto the table in front of him. β€œSo I’ve avoiding the dickweed scheduled in for most the afternoon. But he’s an early to bed type, so I figure I’ve got the night free.” He smirked at Josie as if it were one big joke, she knew all the reasons he didn’t want to see his father. However apathetic joker was far preferable to wounded boy.

He glanced up to find the dining room newly empty. β€œSpeaking of avoidance, you’ve got a very important date missy.” He pulled his lanky frame up and out of his seat then stretched his elbows out wide. With a grin he held out a mockingly gallant hand to help her up. β€œIt’s not every day a girl gets to wear white and speak some old fashioned words in front of a crowd.”


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Tamsin responded first, naturally, and which a chuckle to boot. "No fucking clue. You're new here." She watched him for a moment she took her position of all-knower very seriously, however she hadn’t asked a question so he felt no compulsion to answer, to contradict her statement. "So, what's your name and how do you know about Constance?" He gazed over at Tamsin, and considered his answer. How best to reveal as little as possible. He wanted to keep his cards close to his chest about his history with Constance, or her relations. He also wasn’t quite ready to let Tamsin in on his new body update.

He was cut off from answering the question for a moment when the other girl spoke up. "How could he not know her? She's a complete twat to put things nicely. If she doesn't hate you, there's something wrong. Not like I'm any better honestly though." She was sitting close to Tamsin but Isaac hadn’t even noticed her, though he rarely paid attention to things he didn’t care about. However, not many people were allowed the to hang with Tamsin, she was prickly at the best of times. He gazed over the girl, typical all black attire in check, it looked like something straight out of Tamsin’s cupboard.

Isaac shrugged throwing around hate seemed part of the witch gig, since the beginning of time. β€œThere’s a reason that witch sounds eerily similar to bitch.”

It wasn’t long till he was looking back at Tamsin. β€œIsaac Courtney.” He was certain she’d still want an answer for her question, so he eased himself into a seat opposite them. He wasn’t much a floor sitter β€œI once knew a relation of her’s.” He held Tamsin’s gaze as he kept his response as vague as possible. He felt no need to fill in any blanks, if anyone wanted to know more about his business they could ask, and he could elect not to answer. He raised a shoulder in a casual gesture that was far too purposeful. β€œI merely wished to know if she shared the same disposition.” A murderous one, or a traitorous one.

He flicked his gaze over to the other girl with a smirk as he spoke to her instead of Tamsin. β€œI’m hardly new, though that’s a matter of semantics.” He himself was not new to the Academy, but his current body was certainly new to the academic establishment. Last time he’d been here, he’d stayed seven months and had been going by the name Raphael. Before he'd taken off with a seductive witch and a one way ticket to Puerto Rico, neither had gone well, which Tamsin had warned. He continued speaking to other girl, giving her wink, β€œTamsin likes to thinks she knows everything about everyone.” Isaac was never concerned about pissing off Tamsin, he was one of the few with enough time on his hands to out wait her bad moods. Plus if he ever overstepped the mark, he had the luxury of being able to leave the Academy.

Figuring he’d given Tamsin enough hints he rose to his feet and gestured to the door. β€œNow it’s time to, in the words of Tamsin, watch witches make the worst decision of their lives.” Living the way he did, off the grid and out of Lucifer’s notice, meant that he lacked the luxury of outright criticising Lucifer. Though he didn’t disagree with Tamsin’s sentiments.

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John sighed in a reluctant, almost giving up fashion. "I'll sign the Book," he said giving in. "I haven't come up with a Baptismal name yet, though. Maybe it will come to me when I get there."

Dorian's fingers lightly tapped the bottle of absinthe. "It's not quite as big of a deal as they make it sound. It's like Catholics with their confirmation names. You choose a name for a single occasion, to then promptly forget it and never use it again." He gave a slight smile with a shrug of his left shoulder. "Mine is Xavier, not that that helps much."

There was a moment of silence before John took the bottle of absinthe and poured himself another glass, offering to do the same for Dorian. He nodded his head in silent acknowledgement to gain a refill before John spoke. "How about you, Dorian? Do you need me to cover for you?"

The question took him by surprise, causing his blood to run cold. He couldn't see his own reflection but imagined he had gone pale. His palms grew clammy as he clutched the shot glass searching for words. Before he could speak, John continued. "What has your nerves rattled? I know we don't typically... share these things, but if we can't escape signing the book, we will still be there to help each other. You can trust me, Dorian. I am the last person to judge anyone here for anything, I think."

Dorian downed the shot as his mind search for an appropriate response. Part of him wished to divulge the truth to someone so then maybe, if for a moment, he'd be able to breathe. But out of everyone at the Academy, he felt like John would be the last person he'd tell the truth to, considering he is a Godly man. He was one of his few friends, and it scared him about what the truth would do to him. "I appreciate it. But... if I told you, you wouldn't look at me the same."

After another long silence, and one final shot, Dorian pushed off the bar and stood slowly. "We might as well get this over with." He gave a slight smile while patting John on the shoulder. He then motioned his head in the general direction of the desecrated church. "Don't make me do this alone. If you tap out, you better warn me so I can disappear too." This time he gave a genuine laugh before turning and heading towards the door.




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"How could he not know her? She's a complete twat to put things nicely. If she doesn't hate you, there's something wrong. Not like I'm any better honestly though."

Tamsin laughed as she pulled out another cigarette and lit it. "Yeah, and I'm a fairy princess."

β€œThere’s a reason that witch sounds eerily similar to bitch.” She snorted back a laugh as she took a drag from her cigarette. Ain't that the truth.

Tamsin kept her gaze fixed on the male as he made his way across from them and began to sit. β€œIsaac Courtney.”

Tamsin Reid, your local immortal," she said, pointing her thumb toward her chest. "And Taylor Montgomery, soon to be book signer." Tam motioned her index and middle finger that held her smoke towards Taylor, being sure to introduce themselves. At least she was a little bit polite... a little.

β€œI once knew a relation of her’s," Isaac said returning the conversation to Constance. Wouldn't she be happy to know that the conversation revolves around her even when she wasn't here. But the way that he held her gaze, almost intently made Tamsin furrow her brows slightly. It was like a silent communication. Like he was trying to get her to see something that only she could see. It gave her a strange yet familiar knot in her gut. But she said nothing nor acted on it.

β€œI merely wished to know if she shared the same disposition.”

"Oh, she is... But finding a nice witch is far harder than finding a bitchy one."

Then, Isaac turned his attention toward Taylor. β€œI’m hardly new, though that’s a matter of semantics.” The comment made Tamsin purse her lips in thought as her mind tried to connect the pieces. There was no way it could have been him, could it? β€œTamsin likes to thinks she knows everything about everyone.”

And then it hit her. It was Raphael, or Johannes, or whatever the hell he continues to go by. It didn't matter. She lost track of how many years it had been since they had last seen one another, but he hadn't lost is taste for testing her nerves. It was one of his favorite past times after all. She squinted her eyes toward him in a mocking fashion. "Well, I'd wager I know more about the people on this island than you. The benefits of a curse that keeps me in one place."

She tried remaining as vague as she could, without seeming more than just Tamsin banter to Taylor or anyone else who might have over heard. But they both spoke on a level that each other understood, that kept others at bay. It worked. And regardless of how many times he tried to get on her nerves, he was the one companion she had going through life with this curse. Her immortal companion through an endless life.

Isaac then moved to his feet and gestured towards the door. β€œNow it’s time to, in the words of Tamsin, watch witches make the worst decision of their lives.”

Tamsin collected her things and shoved them into her purse, preparing to head toward the desecrated church. She carefully unraveled Chesare from around her leg and draped him across her shoulders, then stood up. Just as she made her way toward Isaac, Casper came bursting through the door like the flash. In such a rush, he ran into the back of Isaac and gave him a rushed apology. He tried to catch his breath before looking towards Tamsin, holding out his hands as if trying to block her from exiting the room.

"Grandma Ophelia's here." Tamsin quirked a brow, her curiosity peaked. She was tempted to smirk but didn't. It was well known that everyone in the Reid family, other than Casper hated her guts and looked at her as a stain on the Reid family name. Her niece Ophelia was no different. Perhaps the worst of them all. "I mean, I'm going to keep her company... but you had better figure out how to stay out of her way. She's in the church right now."

"I have to go or Father Proctor will have my head." She sighed softly. Tamsin would love to cause a scene and ruffle their feathers. But on the other hand she knew how much Casper tried to keep that at bay. "I'll try to disappear in the crowd and hide with my new friend Isaac."

After reassuring Casper a couple more times, she hurried him out the door so he didn't keep their family waiting. "Sorry about my cousin. He means well... the rest of my family, not so much." Tamsin then hooked her arm with Isaac's making sure he was pulled close to her so she could speak quiet enough for only him to hear. "You have shitty timing, you know that?"

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Taylor sat there silently as she studied the newcomer. Giving nothing more than a small chuckle and grin at Tamsin's retort. "Yeah, and I'm a fairy princess." she always did have a means of making even the slightest remark somehow oddly amusing. Even if Tamsin wasn't trying to be.

"There’s a reason that witch sounds eerily similar to bitch.” Taylor heard him rattle off, which she couldn't help but stifle a small chuckle. "Could say that again." the young witch said under her breath, never once taking her eyes fully off of the man. Finding something off about his presence. As if that was truly saying something considering who else was in the room. Not that Tamsin was the worst type of company she could ask for, in comparison to a few others.

β€œIsaac Courtney.” the male introduced himself finally as he took a seat.

Taylor was going to introduce herself when Tamsin spoke up, "Tamsin Reid, your local immortal," introducing herself, and then pointed to Taylor as she continued to speak, "And Taylor Montgomery, soon to be book signer." Taylor gave a small shrug in response as she was introduced, "Not sure, honestly. Do I really want to sign my soul to the biggest asshole to ever exist?" her voice was oddly serious for a moment, almost deadpan. But a smirk scrawled across her face, "Could still be worse things in life, I suppose." Taylor gave another short shrug.

Taylor began to drift into her own thoughts after they exchanged a few more words, mainly saying how she didn't entirely remember seeing him before. And that he must have been new. "β€œI’m hardly new, though that’s a matter of semantics." a small, shit-eating grin formed on her face as she gave him a curt nod of her head, "I'll be sure to remember that for later." turning her head away from him, she found herself rolling her eyes all too hard. This guy was already beginning to get on her nerves in record time.

β€œTamsin likes to thinks she knows everything about everyone.” Taylor barely acknowledged what he had said, finding his presence to be more of an annoyance now than anything. And frankly, she didn't really want to be there anymore. Blocking out whatever else Tamsin and Isaac seemed to discuss.

β€œNow it’s time to, in the words of Tamsin, watch witches make the worst decision of their lives.” Taylor blinked back to reality as she was lost in her thoughts. Almost having asked what he was talking about, but remembered what he was referring to. Giving him one last coy smile before he walked out the door.

Taylor merely sighed, rubbing her face slightly before she got to her feet. Time to sell her soul to the god damn fucking devil. Something she never thought she would actually do at any point in her life. To think, not that long ago she was singing in a god damn bar for a few extra bucks, and now she was in a school for witches and warlocks. And above it all, she was about to sign her name in a book for only the worst type of person to ever exist. "Well, time to go make the worst fucking choice I will ever make, I guess. If I don't burst into flames first." Taylor said audibly enough as she walked past Tamsin, not paying her and the man she was talking to any mind.

The walk to the Desicrated Church was a rather long and boring one, finding herself in her own thoughts. Maybe she should just turn back now and forget all of this. What's the worst that leaving could cause? Taylor was already far over her head in all of this, way more than she realized. Feeling the nerves and anxiety bubble within her stomach. Everyone else had family or some sense of familiarity with them for this ceremony. Taylor, she had no one.

This feeling of anxiousness and possibly even fear and unease only became more so when she entered the building. Some familiar faces were amongst the crowd, some she was closer to some, if one could even consider it that, and others she had never seen a day in her life. She felt so out of place and small. This wasn't her element. Everyone else here knew what they were doing, knew what they wanted, meanwhile, she hadn't the faintest clue. What if when she got up there to sign, she froze? Taylor would be the only one to chicken out of this whole thing, all because she was far over her head in this endeavor.

But yet, she found herself taking one footstep at a time closer and closer to the front end of the Church. Finding a few empty seats off to the side, Taylor sat down. A sense of unease and dread overcame her as she realized what she was really about to do. Give up her soul for the sake of power? While yes, it was sounding rather pleasant, and desirable by so many here, this wasn't exactly what she wanted. But she had no choice in this. She had to. So she sat there, in silence. Cursing to herself under her breath.