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Kareem Kayasth

It's hard to wake up when reality is not so different from your nightmares.

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a character in “The Silas Witches”, as played by nations

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K A R E E M KAYASTH
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Gender: Male
Age: Twenty-five
Species: Necromancer
Nicknames: None
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Faceclaim: Manish Dayal




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A P P E A R A N C EImage
Physical Appearance: Kareem is pretty short of stature at five foot seven. He has dark skin like his mother but is considered fairly light among Indians. Kareem has sleek, black hair that is always kept nicely trimmed and styled with light gel and usually sports a light stubble that helps sharpen his baby face, which always makes him look gentle and calm. His eyes are a dark brown and the pupils are almost not visible unless under bright light. He is said to have a very pleasant smile with naturally white teeth that contrast strongly against his skin.
Attire: Kareem likes dressing up nicely, even if he is dressed up in his culinary outfit for most of the day. He usually sports a long-sleeved shirt (or a collar shirt on hotter days) that is left slightly unbuttoned, dress pants, and nice shoes. On nicer occasions, he will throw on a blazer.
Accessories: Kareem is often seen with a bracelet made of red yarn, a Kalava, which is meant to ward off malignant spirits. He also likes to wear nice watches.
Piercings, tattoos, scars: No piercings or tattoos. He does have a scar on his lower arm from being burned while frying one day and sometimes has cuts on his hands from the kitchen.




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S P E C I E S / NECROMANCERImage
Brief Description: Necromancy, the act of using magic and special rites to communicate with the dead, has been practiced for centuries. However, some people are born with heightened senses. Necromancers a rare type, are born with the heightened sense of sight, but they are special because they can see beyond the physical realm and into the spiritual and invisible realms.
Powers: Undeveloped, the sight only serves to see spirits that are around and wish to be seen (which are more than one would imagine since spirits can sense necromancers and make themselves visible) and can be blurry depending on the aura and the age of the spirit, with the older ones being more blurry and faint. To a necromancer who doesn't know what is going on, it can be terrifying, as is it in the case of Kareem. Developed, the powers are much stronger. A necromancer can learn how to do things like summon spirits, put spirits in the bodies of humans, decide what spirits he wants to see and make some spirits visible to other people.






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Kareem used was a somber and unhappy child. This was due to the fact that he saw spirits and faceless masses everywhere that no one else would see. Sometimes, he would randomly burst into tears but it was because he saw a frightening or malignant spirit. Kareem was living his nightmares, and even the spirits of light who often look out for people could not make him feel better. When he was ten, Kareem finally told his mother what was going on and she helped him through it, although she thought it was just a child's fear at first. She stopped praying that the gods would make him a happier and more manageable kid and began praying that spirits would leave him alone and made sure that Kareem always wore a Kalava (explained in Appearance). The support that Kareem's mother gave him and the help that he got from cooking (explained in History) allowed him to start improving. This started a new phase in his life, where he was much happier, but he could never become the sociable and outgoing child his father expected him to be. He does struggle when talking to people, even though he is extremely attentive and caring when he does, and keeps to a small, loyal group of friends. He does continue to see spirits but with his Kalava most weak, malignant spirits stay away. He does continue getting nightmares.




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Kareem was born in Boston, Massachusetts to two Gujarati Indian parents. Kareem has an older sister that three years his senior. His family came to the States after his father was offered a job as an engineer in a large company, but a year later heavy personnel cuts forced him out of the job. After working in any job available for a couple of months, his parents took the little earnings they had and opened a small restaurant, which has become very successful and luxurious.

It was with the aroma and sight of food that Kareem grew up with and he learned how to cook from a very young age. Kareem also grew up with what he has always believed to be an unfortunate eyesight that sees beyond the physical world. Through cooking, his senses could be overpowered and he could escape the figures that have always haunted his life. So, despite being encouraged by his parents to pursue an engineering degree like his father or a medical degree like his sister, Kareem had no doubt that he wanted to pursue a Culinary Arts degree when the time came, which would give him the skills he needed to continue cooking as well as later manage and expand his family's business. That is how Kareem ended up in Silas University, pursuing a graduate degree. Or maybe it was because fate had plans for him.

So begins...

Kareem Kayasth's Story

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The day was warm and a nice breeze was blowing, scattering papers and making the leaves in the trees dance with subtle movements. In a green area of the campus, where several trees had been planted and some benches had been placed, there were several people scattered on the grass. Some sat in small circles, conversing with their groups, while others sat on the grass, sleeping or working on their computers.

With her back against the grass, Aurelia sat under the nice shade of a large tree. Her hair was sprawled all over the ground and her long dress was hiked up to her knees. She held out her hands, holding up a book that she was reading. To most, this was one of the most uncomfortable positions to read, but it was as comfortable as it could get for Aurelia, even though she has had books falling on her face more times than she would like to admit. Currently, she was taking advantage of her day off, having skipped a heavier lunch and opted out for a salad so that she could come out here to read. She had been extremely busy the last few weeks and had been forced to put her personal reading aside, but she had finally managed to put a large chunk of time aside to enjoy her latest discovery.

The book was a few decades old and the pages were beginning to turn yellow and its cover was the kind engraved with shiny gold paint. Aurelia's aunt had sent it to her last month. Although normally those kinds of gifts would have something to do with witchcraft and their covers would be skillfully replaced with newer covers and obscure book titles, this one was a normal novel. A little magical realism with women as protagonists that her aunt had read and enjoyed. Aurelia was almost a quarter in, her eyes scanning over the familiar words. She came to the end of the page and turned the page to the other side.

From there, a piece of paper fell. Her eyes closed as the paper hit her face before falling down to the grass. Frowning, Aurelia sat up and grabbed it. Thinking it was a message or letter from her aunt, Aurelia promptly unfolded it. The message was simple, written in a handwriting that she was not familiar with. It was messy and almost illegible.

"What?" Aurelia murmured, turning the piece around to see if there was a message on the back. Nothing. Looking back at the message again. Familiar with the woods, she mapped them in her mind nd realized that the directions led to a place in the woods that she frequented and she immediately felt her heartbeat rise. Her aunt couldn't -well, wouldn't- have put this here since there would be no reason. Had someone followed her one of these nights and seen her? Or maybe found her books? Aurelia did her best to keep everything well hidden and did her best to make sure that no one followed her since the thought of being caught terrified her. You never knew who would catch you and what they could do.

Biting her lip, she folded the piece of paper and placed it back in the book. She looked around, a worried expression placed on her face, before packing her things up and throwing her backpack against her shoulder. She needed make a call.

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Music pumped through the earphones, drowning him in a sea of electronic waves. His hands moved skillfully as he rolled the dough, feeling the cool and sticky substance move through his hands, his white sleeves rolled up and his Kalava pulled up his arm so that they wouldn't get dirty with the flour that covered his dark hands. His nostrils flared slightly as the aroma of spices from the other student currently in the kitchen hit his nose and he licked his lips slightly, imagining what his dish would taste if he altered the spices a bit. Kareem was in his elements, feeling all of his senses overpowered by the process. This meant one thing: Kareem didn't see, or at least was too busy to take notice of, the faint spirit that lingered in one of the corners of the kitchen.

Kareem had found a recipe online that he was interested in and had decided to try out and had taken to the kitchen, which was his form of therapy. Lately, he had been having a reoccurring nightmare that had made him lean back on cooking more than ever and it was as if he never left the kitchen.

He had transferred the recipe to his own recipe notebook and the page he had it open to showed the result of a cook's modification; the cooking times were basically unaltered, but there were some things added and crossed out so that he was happy imagining how it would taste.

Nonetheless, Kareem looked back at the notebook several times in order to make sure that things were alright. He had a black pen next to it so that he could fix things as he went and not forget the ingredients of the final result. Finding the perfect blends was a matter of trial and error and by writing everything down, it was easier tweak things if needed. Having finished with the pasta, he put it aside to rest and returned to the book.

Even though he had tried to gather all of the ingredients, Kareem hadn't realized that he was missing something so he moved through the cooking tables, reaching the pantry. His eyes scanned the shelves until he found the spice that he was looking for. Kareem picked up the yellow bottle but froze when a piece of fell down to the floor. Thinking that maybe it was just a label, Kareem leaned down to pick it up. It was a label after all but on the other side of the label, he saw a few words scribbled. His eyes widened slightly as he read the note:


I know you can see us, but you can't ignore us anymore.


It included information as to where and when to go to a place in the woods.

Pulling off the earphones, Kareem swung his head around, his eyes flashing with fear. Maybe he had just stumbled across a random person's note and was reading into it. When he saw the ghost in the corner, it looked down with a solemn face and faded away, disappearing. When Kareem turned back to look at the note, he found that his Kalava had snapped and had fallen to the ground.

He closed his eyes shut. Kareem didn't want to go through this all over again-- he didn't want to see them anymore.

They had never dared to touch him but they had also never tried to really communicate with him, so this was something new to him that scared him completely. But who knew what could happen if he ignored their message?

As much as he hoped that he was misreading this letter, he also didn't want to see what would happen if he just tossed it away and forgot he ever saw it.

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Kareem had never dared to follow a spirit but here he was, blindly swatting away branches, and following a translucent figure through the darkness. He was glad that he chose to wear a hoodie, even though it wasn't necessarily cold, because otherwise, Kareem was sure that he would've ended up with more scratches than he could've explained. To have said that he took a walk or jog in the woods was far too uncharacteristic for him and would certainly bring about in a conversation. Plus, the last thing he needed was to get cut and risk an infection.

Shaking his head, he pushed those rather useless thoughts away. They kept his mind from fleeting towards the worst scenarios but, if he was honest with himself, he needed to think about the worst scenario. And how to get out. Not that he would know which way to go, even if he had a map and it was broad daylight. He just wasn't made for this.

He was trying to be as quiet as possible by not stepping on any fallen branches, but it was hard when he had to keep his eyes up and his limited visibility, even with the bright full moon shining through the canopy of the forest. Suddenly, the figure in front of him disappeared and Kareem mumbled out a scared, "What the hell?"

His eyes turned every direction, trying to make out the spirit once again, but he didn't see anything that resembled the white light. His heart began to pound hard when he saw a dark silhouette not too far. He heard some talking, but he could barely make it out. It sounded like the voice of a woman, but it could always be a spirit talking. He wasn't consoled by the fact that it did not shine; he had only seen a black spirit once or twice before in his life and they did not mean well. But his mind turned back to the note he received earlier. He couldn't ignore them anymore.

So, with that in mind, he began to walk towards the figure, his hands shaking. When he was close enough, he was about to say something, but he took a wrong step and his left foot got caught on a root. His body fell forward, his hands reaching out, ready to pass through and hit the ground. To his relief, Kareem hit a solid body and was able to catch some balance, his hand reaching to the arm to try to and prevent the other from falling back.

"S-sorry. I didn't mean to hit--" He began to stutter, but he stopped. What was someone else doing out here? Had they been the one to send the note?




It didn't take long for Aurelia to see a man come into the clearing. It took her a moment to be able to see the face but even then, Aurelia didn't realize that the man that had come was a teacher here at the institution. He did appear familiar but, considering that they had never had a class and were in different departments, Aurelia couldn't put a name to the face.

Her grip on the knife tightened and her jaw clenched. A small part of her told Aurelia to remain there in the darkness. Maybe he had company and the best thing to do was get out of there. Despite having magic, she wasn't sure it would do her any good if she had to defend herself; Aurelia didn't exactly specialize in defense since it deviated more from the nature-focused magic that was mostly studied by witches. It had been centuries since they had to fight darkness, after all, and those things had been put outside for more... pacifist spells and potions.

Aurelia felt her body jump when she heard something in the distance. It was voices and her eyes closed tight in fear. Was she being surrounded? The note had been messy, but it hadn't been necessarily threatening. Maybe she wasn't the only one. Her eyes looked over her shoulder but, due to the distance, she couldn't spot anything.

So, with a deep breath, Aurelia emerged from the shadows and into the light of the burning fire. She hadn't been able to hear him, but he had mentioned something with... "R-runes?"

Those were her first words. Her voice was slightly shaky and she looked at the man from the other side of the fire. "How do you know what they are? Who are you?"

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