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Charlie Lowell

"The way sadness works is one of the strangest riddles in the world." -Lemony Snicket

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a character in “La Luna Sangre”, as played by PutAnotherX

Description

ImageFull Name||
Charles Anthony Lowell [Charlie, Chuck]

Age||
26

Race||
Witch

Personality||
Organized and imaginative, Charlie finds great comfort in a fully formed plan and a tidy work space. He is intensely private and tends to internalize his emotions in an unhealthy way. His perfectionist tendencies make him very self-critical. He is, however, immensely proud of his photography. It is the bridge between him and the outside world, his way of showing others the way he sees things.

Appearance||
Charlie has striking, angular features of ambiguous ethnicity. His dark brown hair is kept just long enough to show its curl and his copper-brown eyes are set deep under thick eyebrows. He is about six feet tall with an athletic build.

History||
Ever since he was a child, growing up in Midwestern America, Charlie's been a bit different. His parents were straight-laced suburbanites who were quite strict with their only son, but his grandmother Adeline Lander, unknown to her family, was a powerful and ancient witch. She had used a spell to age herself so as not to raise questions about her age and so she could stay with her grandson. When she watched him while his parents were at work, she told him fantastical stories of witches and strange creatures in Panama, where she'd spent the last century before falling for an American man.

Charlie grew up believing that these stories were just stories, and his parents pressured him to go into medical school. He'd always wanted to be a photojournalist, but he followed his parents wishes until they were killed in drunk driving incident. Charlie broke down, dropped out of school, and fled the country right after their funeral. Remembering his grandmother's magical stories of Panama, he headed south only to find a very real coven of witches and his own magic birthright.

So begins...

Charlie Lowell's Story

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Image"I see...big things in your future." Gwen said as she waved her hands over the ball of crystal that sat in its gold stand on the table before her. The person sitting in the chair across from her snorted and she felt a hand reach out and smack her wrist. "Gwen, I didn't come here for the fake who-do you do for some of your more gullible clients." Nat said, picking at the grime beneath her nails. Apparently she hadn't cleaned up as thoroughly as she thought after her lunch. "I came to have tea with my psychic friend." The resulting snort almost elicited a laugh in response. Almost. "Natalie DiCamillo, don't lie to me. We both know you're here to see if I can see anything about the bloodsucker who was there that night and where you might find him now."

ImageNatalie sighed and ran her hands through her hair. Once a month for the past five years, Natalie had been coming to Gwen to find out information on the man that might be her master. But she was also hoping Gwen could help fill in the gaps in her memory, but every time she tried, Gwen said there was a fog surrounding them. Anytime she'd try to get through it to reach the memories, she'd be diverted to a different one. One that Nat had no problem remembering. The night she took her first life. Angelina her maid. Thinking of it now almost made her lose her lunch. She took a deep breath and looked up at her unlikely friend. Nat never thought she'd be friends with a witch. Then again, she didn't know real spell casting witches existed. She also hadn't believed in vampires so served her right.

"If you're willing to try, Nat, I am, but I don't think we'll be any more successful this time." Nat shook her head. She was already reeling from the memory that's haunted her for years, made stronger by meditation and incense. She didn't think attempting to unlock those memories would do her any good. She needed a drink. And dinner. But definitely a drink. "How about we head for the club instead?"

Gwen frowned at her friend but doused the incense stick and rose to gather her things. "Drinking isn't going to make it any easier. You're putting the block there yourself. There's something your mind doesn't want you to see. Do you really want to find out what they are?" Nat didn't bother to respond. It was the same conversation they had every time they tried. And Gwen already knew her response. No use wasting the air that was no longer hers to repeat herself. Instead she grabbed her own things and headed for the door. She waited for Gwen to lock up behind them before making their way to the cities most popular and supernaturally populated nightclub: 1400 Rooftop.

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Drystan walked through the doors of Chupitos 507, a dive bar he enjoyed frequenting since he came to Panama City. He'd tried every one of their 507 different shots, and each of them were fantastic in his opinion, though he did have a favourite few. He sat at the bar, leaning forward onto the counter on his elbows, casually browsing the bar with his eyes. "What'll it be tonight, Drystan?" the bartender asked nonchalantly. Drystan frequented the joint so often that he and every bartender that worked in the place had come to be on a first name basis.

"Surprise me, John..." Drystan replied, not really caring what he happened to drink tonight, though he did know that it was going to be quite a lot of whatever it was. Drystan sighed when John brought him a eight different shots, all on a small tray.

"Looks to me like you're probably in need of this tonight, eh? On the house, Drystan." Drystan smiled at him, thankful for the man he'd come to know fairly well in the time he spent in the bar. What he didn't know was that today was the anniversary of his meeting the love of his life, Lien, and how difficult it always was for Drystan to deal with this day on his own, knowing he'd never be able to hold his love in his arms again.

He finished his shots and was feeling just tipsy enough to get through the night. A woman in a tight, short, black dress approached him at the bar, taking a seat next to him, crossing her legs, the toe of her pumps brushing Drystan's shin seductively. "Hey, stranger," she said, making eyes at him, a small smirk spreading across her dark red lips. "What's a man as handsome as you doin' here all by his lonesome?" she asked, batting her fake lashes.

"Dealing with things that you couldn't even imagine in your young little life..." he said dryly. She made a disgusted face as if she couldn't believe he'd dare speak to her in such a manner, but Drystan couldn't have cared less in that moment. He just wished that he would maybe, just maybe, see Lien again someday. Though how would she react after thinking he'd been dead all these long years? He figured she was probably in much more pain than he was, and he almost felt selfish for feeling sorry for himself, even in the slightest. He just continued to hope, to pray even, to whatever god or gods might be listening to his wish.

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Drystan left the bar around just past midnight, having had enough of the drinks and the late night bar life for the night. At this point, he just wanted to breathe some fresh air, air he didn't have to share with other people who were most likely less deserving of it. Not that he in particular deserved to breathe any sort of air. He kicked himself mentally, regrets of his past haunting him as usual, unable to push the thoughts from his always active mind. "Drystan!" a deep voice called. Naturally, it was Drystan's pack Alpha. "Hey, Drystan. Where've you been? By the smell of you, I'd say a bar. Drinking without us? How could you?" he chuckled. "Look, we're gunna meet the rest of the pack at 1400 Rooftop. You're coming. You can't say no." And with a clap on Drystan's shoulder and a small skip in his step, he was off. Drystan sighed, knowing he didn't particularly wish to go to a club, but he couldn't refuse his Alpha's orders, even if they were ridiculous and childish. Unfortunately, the Alpha always got his way or there would be certain hell to pay. Drystan made his way to 1400 Rooftop, hoping he could at least continue to "drown his sorrows" for the night.

Drystan pushed open the door to the club, immediately hit with the reeking stench of too many different supernaturals all in one small space, but he made his way into the club, finding his pack quickly by their scent. He sat among them, and they ordered a round of strong whiskey-based drinks. Drystan knocked his back too fast, but he didn't care. He looked around the club, one eye closed from the headache that had managed to creep up on him, and noticed two girls come into the club, one was inevitably a vampire by her appearance, though he couldn't quite pinpoint what the other was. Witch maybe?
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ImageCharlie could feel every pulse of the bass vibrating through his body. The club itself was shaking to the beat. Charlie unfolded the torn cafe receipt with the words 1400 Rooftop scrawled on it and checked it against the neon sign above the door. For a second, he considered turning around and going back to the dingy studio apartment he'd been calling home since he got to Panama. He was already out later than he usually was, but he had a suspicion that he would have to change that if he ever wanted to find out more about the supernatural community.

As soon as he entered, Charlie knew he was in the right place. The energy that filled the thick air was different than any human gathering place. This was never his kind of scene, but he wove his way through the crowd as quickly as he could toward the bar. The bartender practically ran to serve him.

"Beer, please." Charlie said, "Whatever you've got." The bartender slid the bottle over the counter, and a scuffle down the bar caught Charlie's attention. On a normal day back home, he would have stayed as far from a fight as he could. But everything about this, the move, the searching, even the club was to find something different. To be something more than he used to be. So he steeled his nerves and approached the group. A tiny spark of static electricity shocked him when he put his hand on the shoulder of the man leering over the woman.

In a voice with much more confidence than he actually had, he asked, "Is there a problem over here?"


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The warm touch of a masculine hand had firmly, yet almost hesitantly took a hold of the woman's slender wrist. Teeth had grit together, as if the beast had been ready to rear it's ugly maw. Instead, a plush upper lip had raised just a bit as a deep, velveteen growl had escaped her throat. A warning, before Lien had turned to face the assailant. It was then that wintry pools had widened in reticent surprise before narrowing in disbelief. Perhaps it was anger that took hold, before any kind of reckoning could take it's place. The she-wolf began to seethe, unable to get so much as a word out. It was as if she was being taunted by a ghost and the feelings that had been buried carefully beneath had been excavated by it's constant torment.

Quickly, Lien had pulled away from his grasp, her eyes still fixated upon the intricate details of the face that had left her behind. Though, she could not deny the what once had been for Drystan was warm honey mixed within an open wound. Image

Just as the proverbial ice had begun to melt, she felt tension from another area of the bar. Hackles were being raised, and there was something a bit more sinister to witness. One of the bouncers had made a quick gesture with his fingers, directing her vision towards the bar counter and yet, her attention remained up the Alpha. " You're alive..." It wasn't much, but that was all that could be mustered before Lien Hue had coldly turned upon the heel of her expensive shoes and began to push her way forward and away from him. Just in time, or so it seemed before that insincere facade began to crack.

They were a group of young vampires. Fledgling children of irresponsible types. Left to their own desires to wreak havoc on the masses on a Saturday night and none the wiser. It looked like someone else was attempting to help out the damsel in distress. Apparently, chivalry wasn't dead. Did they not know who ran this place? Lien could only make an educated guess before grabbing one by the back of the neck and snapping him away from his uncomfortably close proximity of the female. " Marco, Marco, Marco... Didn't learn your lesson last time...tsk tsk tsk." He was squirming beneath her grasp, but it only tightened further with each knee jerk reaction. " Keep fighting, and i'll crush your windpipe. " Her voice was smooth as silk, hinting at the danger that lay dormant beneath.

" Oh shit, it's that she-bitch !! " One of Marco's friends had pipped up with a half smirk, as if unaware of the very real consequences he'd face when all was said and done. Even if the name was entirely too appropriate, Lien had scoffed at the boy's remark. "You know I made a blood pact with Fino right? All I have to do is say his name and he'll be here. " [That could have been a small lie]. It was a different age, where werewolf and kindred could get along. Bat and wolf free to roam the night, free to ravage those who's innocence had been lost. Remarks and sneers had still been made. In fact, she still carried the mark of traitor upon her onyx hide. But Serafino had been there when no one else was. The crowd of fledglings had gone quiet...

That was when another group had come up. Older ones, more refined around the edges and quite aware of the stakes. " Wont be able to call a master if you can't talk. " Came a burly voice. This one was more than likely the ring leader and he just happened to be carrying a pistol that just happened to be aimed and cocked at the wolf's head. Silver bullets, by the way.

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After a while of what seemed to be Lien struggling with her emotions and what to do, all she could muster to say was: "You're alive..." And in the next moment, she was pushing through the crowd, trying to get away from him. He watched her approach the small group of males that were obviously irritating the young woman at the bar. He moved closer; now that he knew she was safe, he wasn't going to let himself let her vanish from his life. "Is there a problem over here?" a man asked the group, exuding confidence, but Drystan could smell the fear on him, even if it was ever so slight.

Then Lien jumped in, obviously knowing the patrons by name, though Drystan wondered how. Another group approached them, they seemed older, and one of them threatened Lien. "Won't be able to call a master if you can't talk." He had a pistol aimed at Lien's head, and Drystan could only assume that it was loaded with silver bullets.

Drystan moved fast, very fast, towards the group, positioning himself between Lien and the man who was threatening her, grabbing the pistol and aiming it at his own head in the same moment, much too swift for the man to react in time. A deep, menacing growl came from the depths of Drystan's throat, coated in an anger no one would want to test. "I suggest you leave before things get real ugly." Drystan snarled, baring his teeth. The original small group of vampires had quickly made their way away from the scene, obviously not wanting to get mixed up in things.

Before the man had the time to respond, Drystan quickly and fluidly managed to seize the gun from his hands, quickly emptying the bullets from the chamber. He took the end of the barrel and bent it downwards, his anger only increasing his already inhuman strength. He dropped the twisted gun into his hands, his eyes filled with a fire that wouldn't be extinguished any time soon. "Get the hell out." Drystan growled. "And you can tell whatever vile, lowlife master you belong to that you won't be tolerated in the slightest the next time you try to pull a stunt." Drystan growled again as the men left, adrenaline still coursing through his veins.

He realized that the club had gone silent save for the music, and his pack was staring directly at him. Drystan wasn't exactly sure what to do, so he took a seat at the bar. "A round of beers for the whole house, on me," he said, exasperated.
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Image So much happened in the few moments after Gwen approached the group. A man approached the group, trying the friendly, but threatening approached. Followed by an asian woman Gwen found familiar though she was almost positive that she had seen her somewhere before. And then the man who had graciously danced with her even though his heart was not in it. With each newcomer, the tension thickened.

Gwen grabbed Nat's wrist and held on, whispering calming words and trying to clear the aura in the area around them. There was something familiar about the first man as well. Not so much his looks but... the feeling of him. It was faint but it was there. Like a memory from too long ago to make a clear image, but something important. The woman mentioned the master of the club, which meant she probably worked there. Was that where she knew her from? And the anger from the man she danced with. The one she slipped the card to, exploded with the kind of fury she expected from a werewolf, but not one as emotionally exhausted as she saw him earlier. There was something bigger going on with him. Wait... her eyes darted to the asian woman again. And it clicked, she was the one from the vision. No wonder.

She felt Nat starting to shake and she looked over at her friend. She was calming down. Her fangs were sliding back into her gums and her eyes weren't burning. She was taking deep breaths and leaning closer to Gwen and farther from the group that had amassed before them. The vampires ran from the werewolf; a story she would have to save to tell at a later date if she ever ran into them again. And just like that it was over. Gwen stepped in front of Nat and thanked the group. "Thanks for stepping in. I don't know how that would've gone if you hadn't stepped in. All of you." She looked at each one in turn and even gave a knowing smile to the last man, and tilted her head slightly towards the woman. "Is there anything we can do to show our thanks?"

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Marco's neck was still being squeezed by Lien as his tip toes barely touched the ground as she had refused to let go. It would seem that he wasn't too keen on escaping, despite the fact that his backup had just ran off. No doubt to lick their proverbial wounds and report back to what ever rogue vampire groups they came from. Of course, retaliation was expected. There were some who still could not get along with others. Even so, werewolf and vampire alike seemed to only stick to the same kind. Image

Lien Hue was quite different and her choice had been made ages ago. The night werewolf turned against their own, was the night she switched sides. But it would seem all for not now, as the one she lost had suddenly appeared as if out of thin air.

Drystan's display of aggression was familiar to the she-wolf. Perhaps, it was even a distant reminder of how he used to be. However, something was held back beneath his eyes even as they blazed brightly. There was still more, and yet he chose to stifle it. How easy it must have been for him and how hard it always was for her. Resentment seeped into those veins like wildfire set ablaze. But the woman couldn't find it within herself to completely express how betrayed and alone he had made her feel. In fact, she hadn't even thanked him but took her attention elsewhere to the woman wanting to thank them for their efforts.

"Just be more aware around here and don't let your kindred friend over there slip off the ledge too far. I saw those fangs and so did everyone else." It was clear that Lien was delightfully unaware of the precision in which the witch carried, and her ability to see past and future. Too self absorbed in current situations to really pay attention. Image

The same bouncer who had alerted her earlier, had made another hand gesture. This time facing a shadowed part of the bar counter. It was Fino, who had been watching all along, quietly applauding his wolf for her actions. He held his glass up and then downed it before slamming fine crystalline back down onto cold surface. It wasn't just companionship between them, there was much much else.

Serafino had been made into a peculiar rumor, a legend and a legacy. It was also part of this city's superstitions that an ancient vampire wandered the night, snacking on children as they slept and glamouring young women into bed. The latter part was true. He held a Casanova complex, entombed in the perfect chiseled physique of an earth God.

Most would worship the ground he walked upon....Most.

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ImageNearly as soon as Charlie had spoken, all hell broke loose. The man whose shoulder he was touching whipped his head around, fangs bared. Charlie jumped, unused to such blatant displays of inhumanity in his previously sheltered life. The woman he'd been crowding had her fangs out as well. The other woman put her hand on her friendship wrist, and the whispers she made pulled at the energy in an unnatural way that reminded Charlie of when his grandmother would soothe him as a child. Magic. His eyes locked on her for what seemed like just a second when the Asian woman approached, followed closely by serious looking man.

Charlie was from a red state. He wasn't unfamiliarity with guns, but something about the pistol that vampire pulled tugged at his gut in a way he'd recently learned to trust. But just as quickly as it all escalated, the two newest members of the little gathering dispatched the aggressors with a threateningly casual demeanor. As if they did this kind of thing every day. For all he knew, they did.

Even as the woman's friend thanked them all, Charlie knew he'd done just about nothing to really help besides getting in the way.

"I know I did the least," he said, "but I think I'm gonna ask for the most here. That trick you did with the air, the vibe, whatever you want to call it. Was that a spell?" He lowered his voice at the end of the sentence, leaning in conspiratorily. "Where did you learn that?"


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Drystan continued drinking as more things started to unfold. He felt the air shift around them as a dark figure emerged from the shadows and made its way over to them. Their smell was far too familiar. Serafino. Drystan's eyes narrowed as the fanger approached. Most people worshiped the ground this man walked on, his debonair attitude and appearance carrying him. Drystan rolled his eyes and turned away, drinking more. He felt a tap on his shoulder. "Hey, Casanova, what the hell was that, huh?" the grizzly voice said. It was Damon, Drystan's Alpha. He hada cheeky side smile going on that both said "Alright, get some." but also "You'd better be careful, or we're gunna have a problem."

"Uh, nothing. We'll talk about it later. Just...not here," Drystan said, tossing a side glance at Lien,
who Serafino had approached at this point.

"Well, well," Serafino said, his voice smooth and almost velvety, but it had a slight raspy undertone that Drystan assumed girls swooned over. "What have we here? Tsk, tsk. You know I don't like trouble in my club. That's why I hired you. And then this guy just steps in? No, no, no, my dear. We can't have that. It makes my extra muscle look weak," he said quietly to Lien, a small growl in his voice now, a bite in the word "weak." Drystan didn't like this guy one bit, though he already knew that. Drystan plopped his glass down on the bar, which made a distinct sound, before spinning himself around on his barstool to face Serafino.

"Last thing you need in your club is a pretty face getting shot up by the one thing that'll take it down for good. Figured you'd care at least a little more about the muscle you hire, but you probably have too many things to 'care' about, huh?" Drystan was getting a lip on him, which he knew he shouldn't, especially with Serafino, but he couldn't help it. Adrenaline was still pumping through him, even though the fight was over. Serafino almost glided over to him, putting his face very close to Drystan's, and Drystan had to try to not scrunch his nose at the scent of him.

"And just who the hell do you think you are?" Serafino purred, the growl still at the back of his throat, held back for the moment. Drystan turned slightly to grab his glass, downed the rest of it, and stood.

"I'm nobody." And with that, he started making his way out of the club, pushing through the bodies that were more or less still dancing, but were mostly just dumbfounded and shocked over the events that had unfolded.
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Image As Nat started to calm down, her fangs started to recede back into her gums. She was actually quite surprised at how many people came to her attention. She didn't recognize any of them except for the small asian woman. She was the woman the bartender had been flirting with earlier. And Nat could remember seeing her around more often. By her show of force and the fact she knew the vampire's name meant she probably worked at Rooftop. Interesting.

She was glad to have Gwen by her side. She was probably the one helping to calm her. Normally it took action on her part--to release the anger and other emotions--before she could feel calm again. She was about to ask Gwen if they could leave when a figure materialized out of the shadows. It was man who was unnaturally handsome and swift. Power seemed to ebb from his being in a way she had only witnessed once. But where?

"Gwen," She whispered, then a little louder, "Gwen. We need to get out of here."






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ImageGwen wanted to snap at the asian girl for her comment about Nat. It wasn't her fault the vampires got under her skin. Nat hadn't spent much time around her kind and she's a young one. However, her thoughts came to a crashing halt when the newcomer asked about her spell. She thought about denying it, but there was that familiar feel to his being that needed addressing. She found herself pulling him to the other side of the bar so it was the two of them, and Not too far away. "Who are you?" She asked as calmly as she could. "How did you know I had casted a spell? She could hear Nat calling for her, but she was more focused on the man in front of her.

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ImageThe whining tornado sirens ripped through the air, but Charlie kept driving down the gravel driveway. He slammed the door of his truck much harder than he intended to, the crunch of the rocks under his chucks the only sound under the wind and the siren. All the animals had taken refuge when the clouds raced in front of the sun and stuck there. On a good day, the tiny dirt path to Adeline's door was charming, surrounded by flowers both wild and planted, but in these circumstances it was just a hindrance.

The screen door bounced behind him, not quite latching. "Grandma?" he asked. The woman in front of him wasn't the graying old woman he'd grown up with, but rather the vibrant young lady he'd seen in old photographs. Her appearance flickered, and reverted back to that of an elder.

"Charlie," she said slowly, "I can explain this."


Charlie stumbled behind the woman as she pulled him to the other end of the bar.

"Who are you?" she asked. "How did you know I had casted a spell?"

He opened his hand, and a blue spark danced between his fingertips. He tried to make it seem effortless, although just that little trick had taken him a year and a half to figure out on his own. "My name is Charlie," he said. "I'm like you. At least I think. I've been looking for others for... a while. That's why I'm here." The air in the room turned hostile, and a refined, dark energy took hold of it. He got the feeling he should be somewhere, anywhere else.

"I would be glad to answer your questions if we don't have to stay here to do it," he said. He gestured to the vampire calling for her friend. "Your friend wants to leave anyway."

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Location: 1400 Rooftop || Hex: #601469






ImageGwen listened to him for a moment, surprised at what he revealed to her. Not only was there magic in his blood, possibly what she found familiar about him, but he was able to control a spell without words. Something that powerful witches can do with years of training. He could be a natural. Her hard gaze turned soft. "Well we have a lot to talk about don't we. Let's head back to my shop. I can make us some tea. Help us relax after this..." She waved her hands at the club around her. She made sure to snag Nat before leading them out of the club and into the night air. It was much cooler now than it had been earlier and the wind felt good on her skin. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. Then she made her way down the sidewalk and towards her shop.

It wasn't that far of a walk, and she refrained from talking about magic until she got to The Cosmic Eye, her fortune telling shop. She unlocked the door quickly and quietly before making her way inside. She made her way up to her loft to start the tea and left Nat to watch the new comer. She allowed the water to boil while she made her way back downstairs. "I'm Gwen. Gwendoline Summers. I'm.. not quite the lead yet, but soon to be the high lady of The Lunar Circle, the coven here. Who are you? And who taught you that trick with the flames?"

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ImageStepping out of the club felt like stepping into another world. The breeze hitting him made Charlie realize how much he was actually sweating, but the air was still much more humid than even a summer night back home. It was something to get used to, and he wasn't sure he liked it. He followed the woman closely, weaving through the smatterings of people on the streets and the sidewalks.

The Cosmic Eye, as the neon said, was a small shop filled on every shelf with occult-looking chotchkies and trinkets. The woman went up a flight of stairs, leaving Charlie with her vampy friend. After an intense few seconds of awkward silence, he gave her a tiny, even more awkward wave.

"I'm Gwen," she introduced herself as she came down the stairs. "Gwendoline Summers. I'm.. not quite the lead yet, but soon to be the high lady of The Lunar Circle, the coven here. Who are you? And who taught you that trick with the flames?"

Charlie sighed. "My name is Charlie Lowell," he said. "I, uh, taught myself that trick. That's about all I can do. I don't have anyone to teach me this stuff. I've been here for over a year, and I've hardly found out anything about what I am."

He couldn't help but think he'd heard of the Lunar Circle before, probably in the stories his grandmother had told him.

"My grandmother was--is--a witch. I'm just trying to find out what this all means."

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[This is a short continuation of the above post because it won't let me edit the other one...lol]
Drystan arrived at the Cosmic Eye and wandered in, unsure of what to really expect. There were a few people inside, one of them being the girl he'd danced with, then her friend, and then one of the guys he'd seen at the bar trying to get the guys away from girl #1's friend. He laughed a bit and shook his head. "We bringing home anything nowadays?" he said jokingly.