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snakeeyesandgoldenheart:

At first he had completely ignored the fact that there was going to be a festival, until he learned that artist would be selling their work there. Every stand was a collection of mismatched original works, and Misha was having a field day. He always saved some money for this type of occasion, and he was expecting to go home with some nice art piece.

He didn’t expect, however, to get so distracted from the hotdog he had bought when he got to the venue, to the point where it was now cold and nearly inedible, at least, according to his standards. “Cold hotdog…�� He mumbled to himself. “Great.” He shook his head, staring at the bread as if it had personally offended him. “Guess I’ll have to buy a new one.”

Influx always had a special place in this young witch’s heart. It reminded him of his high school days with his friends when they would try to sneak in drinks and get absolutely hammered for the concert. His friends always believed him to be the best as sneaking the ‘contraband’ in better than anyone else they knew, but that was mostly because he was using his powers and they didn’t need to know that. Nowadays it’s just an excuse to get out of mundane meetings at his family’s company even though he made it clear to his parents that he did not want to own the company.

Rylan is inspecting some of the jewelry that a peddler has on display and his eyes are caught on a beautiful rose colored opal bracelet. He is almost tempted to buy them since they would go well with an outfit he has to wear for a charity event, but his attention is drawn to some man not too far away from him. It seems like he was upset about something and it was rather the opposite vibes than what the festival has, so he pulls away from his previous stones with a promise he’d come back to his beauties. “Hey man, everything okay?” he asks as he gently places his hand on the man’s shoulder.

Influx

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Rylan James Prescott: Aesthetic — 1 / ?? | TASK #002

“ Compassion hurts. When you feel connected to everything, you also feel responsible for everything. And you cannot turn away. Your destiny is bound with the destinies of others. You must either learn to carry the universe or be crushed by it. You must grow strong enough to love the world, yet empty enough to sit down at the same table with its worst horrors.” — Andrew Boyd, Daily Afflictions: The Agony of Being Connected to Everything in the Universe

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damn it, mon-el: part 2/?

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jayxhahn:

Subconsciously, Jaylen allowed a relieved sigh to escape her, thankful that Rylan didn’t appear to be offended at all by her statement. Plus, the fact that he felt as if he was no longer alone meant that, subsequently, she wasn’t alone either. And that was a mitigating thought in its own right. She was a witch after all— they were social beings by nature, tended to cling onto any bit of companionship they could find, and Jaylen tended to take that trait to an extreme. “That is lucky. What would all of these people have thought about you if I wouldn’t have sat down?” she joked, motioning around the bar, not a single one of the surrounding patrons offering them the least bit of attention. Really, he probably would have gone unnoticed either way— if he was trying to stay out of the public eye, he’d found a decent place to do so. 

“Um— yeah,” Jaylen answered lamely, not entirely sure how to handle well-wishes for a coworker who had never really existed in the first place. If something had happened to any of her actual coworkers, she was sure she wouldn’t even be here right now, too overwhelmed with worry to be able to drink with a sound mind. However annoying her true situation was, though, she was still thankful that it had landed her here, a refreshing drink in hand, conversing with an unexpectedly kind companion. Jaylen winced slightly at the reappearance of that word, though her face showed no discomfort as she spoke. “I didn’t mean it in a bad way. Brooding can be good— sometimes you have to do a little brooding to get over, y’know… whatever’s going on. It’s fine, totally natural. Doesn’t mean you have to go through it alone, though.”

When the woman started gesturing at the people around at the bar, Rylan made a point to be a bit extra and start looking around at the very same people who were not even concerned about their existence. He lets out a small chuckle when it’s apparent that no one really was paying them any mind. It’s part of the reason why he came here to the bar. This time during the week there’s hardly anyone that visits here, which offers a more intimate setting for the patrons. Most people go to the Skyline Lounge since they are not overtly crowded as they normally are during the weekend. Rylan would have gone there but he’s not really looking to be overtly social after the day he’s had.

The witch takes a sip from his glass and can feel the lovely sensation of the bourbon sliding down his throat. “Yeah, perhaps,” he mentions with the same smile still on his face. “When I hear brooding, I just think of the absolute king of brooding. I think you might be familiar with him,” Rylan says as he inches closer as if to let Jaylen in on a little secret. “Batman.” He then chuckles a little bit and goes back to not invading the woman’s space.

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hcwkinsx:

Hawk had a long day. But even that couldn’t sum up the plethora of emotions he was feeling in his current position, laying his arms on the bartop. And yet when a voice came from beside him, his brow went up as he slowly looked over. The man’s only saving grace from Hawk’s harsh tone? His face. His devlishly handsome freaking face. Blinking for a moment, the other tried to construct the sentence carefully before he spoke. “It’s just another seat at the bar. The other ones are kind of in rough shape if you haven’t noticed.”

He looked back to the bartender who could only chuckle at Hawk’s commentary. “I’ll take the usual.” He added, waiting for his glass of Tullamore and Coke. Looking back at the other, he tilted his head. “I’ll find a new seat once I’ve got my drink, then.”

At the man’s voice he couldn’t help but looks up from his glass and turn his attention to the other stools around the bar. It’s just as the man mentioned, the other stools weren’t in the most perfect conditions and immediately his mind went straight to work-mode. He was just about to call out for one of his managers to talk to them about ordering more stools when he stopped himself at the last second once he realized he wasn’t at Vortex. “I guess you’re right,” he says to the man before taking another swig of his drink. It seems that the guy next to him is ordering from the bartender, so he smiles weakly at the bartender and mentions that he’d like another glass. “Well I wouldn’t want you to accidentally break one of those stools, so I guess you can stay since you’ve already made yourself comfortable.”

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8,100 - 9,000 Follower Prompt Batch Special

“You must not trust the masked one.”

“I will not allow you to mess this one up for me.”

“Falling in love with your roommates? Hilarious." 

"Do you have any idea how embarrassing what you just did was?”

“I always make sure to film your bad ideas.”

“How was I supposed to know that the cat was actually a dragon?”

“It makes you wonder how gullible I really am.”

“I let you in my life. Try not to mess anything up.”

“I’ve always held you accountable for my mistakes.”

“I’ve been an awful person to you and I want to change that.”

“It was easy to ignore what I was doing, because it didn’t affect me. I’m sorry. Truly.”

“You can’t just pretend I don’t have feelings.”

“Magic can’t be real. I’m just a con. How could this be?”

“I secretly fact check everything you say to make sure you’re wrong.”

“It’d be so easy to just end your life here and now, with no one around.”

“Sometimes I can picture you plotting my death. I can see it in your eyes.”

“Something went totally right in the programming.”

“I hate when you get smug.”

“I can’t argue with that logic.”

“Does it get tiring, being right all the time?”

“Stop feeding their ego with your lies.”

“I’m a professional, so please address me like one.”

“I told you that the chances of me messing up were reall low, right?”

“Stop focusing on my negatives.”

“I’m not giving anyone false hope." 

"Control your demon. They keep chewing on my blankets.”

“Stop using science as an excuse. I’m not your test subject.”

“It was one video, sure, but now everyone can see what I did.”

“I know I said I was going to drop the subject, but I can’t help my curiosity." 

"Ready to make me look bad?”

“The only thing I wanted to do was help you.”

“You imply I’ve never made mistakes as bad as this. Your implication is wrong.”

“I’ve written six pages nonstop since this morning. I can’t feel my fingers.”

“I don’t like inviting people into my house.”

“We’re on an endless road." 

"Do you ever wonder what’s out there?”

“This is where I belong.”

“I’m hoping we can find what was missing.”

“All bad ideas begin with you and end with me.”

“Fantastic. Let’s just go through the front door and alert everyone. No way could that ever go wrong.”

“Loving you was the only thing I knew how to do.”

“It’s too hard. All I do is not enough.”

“Help me understand.”

“I am made up of misunderstandings, you know?”

“I wish I could lie about something like this, but I can’t.”

“Look at me. I wasn’t kidding.”

“We need to leave before they get here." 

"Loving you leaves me hurt.”

“I hate this. Just talk to me! Stop walking away when I accidentally hurt you. I can change if you just tell me what’s wrong.”

“Don’t make it easy on me. I like a good challenge.”

“Whisper sweet nothings to me.”

“You’re the only person I know who will baby talk at a plant.”

“I remember all the times we ran through the streets in the rain and screamed our hearts out.”

“I didn’t want it to happen, but the busier I got, the less we talked.”

“Do you think they can tell I’m nervous?”

“Your crush was obvious to everyone- especially them.”

“Why didn’t you do anything?”

“You’re all dead to me. Go away and let me suffer here in peace.”

“Do I want to know why you’re laying on the floor like that?”

“I’m still thinking about you.”

“You don’t have to say a word if it’s too personal.”

“I beg you- tell me how to fix this." 

"If I bribe you with an odd amount of cash, can you pretend to be my date next week?”

“I hate parties and yet here I am. The things I do for you.”

“If you feel the same, what’s the problem?”

“You can drag my reputation through the dirt as many times as you want, but jealousy has never been a pretty look on you.”

“You’ve taken all my friends from me and I’m supposed to forgive you?”

“It hurts all the time.”

“Stop giving me those looks.”

“Disappointment is my nickname." 

"It’s like my progress is going backwards. One step forward, three steps back.”

“You can’t stay in a bubble for the rest of your life.”

“Say your last farewell.”

“You’ve saved my life more times than I can count on my hands. I want to return the favor.”

“I always figured you’d understand. How could I be so wrong?”

“I thought I knew you pretty well.”

“So many choices. I’m stuck.”

“Look at me and tell me that you’re happy.”

“I know they’re lying about something, but I don’t know what it could be.”

“I was never good with mysteries. It’s part of the reason  I don’t like them.”

“I let you in and it was the worst thing I’ve done in my life.”

“You think I do these things because I want to?”

“I’m just a petty thief in the eyes of the public. That won’t ever change.”

“I’m just here to do my job. Move.”

“I gave you plenty of time to think about what you did.”

“We are two of the same kind.”

“No one will ever understand what you meant to me.”

“Videos that can make me cry are not just limited to people being surprised with animals." 

"If you do my English paper, I’ll do your science homework." 

"I thought it’d be funny to leave a trail of gummies leading to the couch for movie night, but I didn’t expect you to actually eat them." 

"I’m nervous one hundred percent of the time.”

“I want to change on my own terms, not yours.”

“My goals and dreams are still so far away.”

“Do you ever feel stuck?”

“I see you haven’t retired from crime.”

“I can’t believe they stole my chair." 

"Of all people I didn’t expect to be here, you were on top of that list.”

“I get an odd satisfaction from seeing you fail.”

“Cheer up. Your next attempt will be better, I’m sure.”

“I’ve always had faith in you.”

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jayxhahn:

“Likewise,” Jay responded, and she mentally pat herself on the back for the hint of professionalism that dripped from the phrase. A surprised noise escaped the back of her throat at Rylan’s offer to pay for her drink, but by the time she registered exactly what he’d done, the bartender had already wandered off. She blinked once, twice, then tuned herself back into the conversation at hand, deciding that a free drink didn’t sound so bad. Despite his insistence that she wasn’t prying, Jaylen couldn’t help the regret that washed over her as he paused, seemingly considering his words. Right as she opened her mouth to let him know that he was in no obligation to give her a straight answer, however, he finally spoke up. A hushed laugh escaped her at the sound of his answer. “Understandable. I mean, brooding alone at the bar isn’t really doing much to refute that statement, though.” Jaylen caught sight of the glass being placed before her, and she took a few sips before her mind fully registered the connotation of her previous words, eyes widening slightly. “Not that I’m assuming anything. Again, no judgement.” She’d definitely caught on to the comment about selling a story and decided that she definitely knew Rylan from somewhere— or, at least, she knew his family from somewhere. But somehow, she refrained from bringing the subject up, almost certain that he didn’t want to talk about it.

At his attempt to reroute the conversation, Jaylen nearly slipped into a rant, eager to complain about her evening. She’d been approached by yet another coven that a friend had recommended and had offered to meet the supreme for a conversation, despite the fact that she knew she’d ultimately refuse the offer— just as she had the past two times before that. She’d ended up staying after the supreme had left, all too eager to drink away the conversation. But she couldn’t just say that, could she? Not when she didn’t know anything concrete about this Rylan Prescott— she couldn’t just out herself like that. “Uh—” she began, entirely unsmoothly. “I was here with a coworker, but then he got a call about a family emergency…” Jay started, thinking even as she spoke. “So here I am. Drinking with strangers instead.”

It seems as if the woman might be a bit surprised that a complete stranger to her would buy her drink, but since she seemed genuinely worried about him earlier he figures they just about break even. While the bartender is off doing their own thing he should have spoken up about getting himself another glass of bourbon, but he figures he’ll just wait until they come back for Jaylen’s drink. His mind wanders back to the conversation at hand and realizes that she’s right about his brooding a few moments ago doesn’t help his situation of being called some kind of alkie. Before he had a chance to quip back at her comment the bartender circles back with Jaylen’s drink, and instead of letting his moment pass once again he politely asks the bartender for a refill. By now the moment passes, but still he decides to add his two cents on the situation, “You got me there. Lucky thing I’m no longer alone.”

It seems as if he was the one that was starting to pry into her situation as it appears that she’s hesitant at first to really talk about it. “Oh, I’m sorry if you,” he begins to say until Jaylen continues on. The bartender returns with the bottle of bourbon and pours it into Rylan’s glass for a few short seconds before leaving to stow the bottle away. While the bartender was pouring his drink it did not take away from his paying attention to what the she is telling him. “Yikes, sorry about your coworker’s family emergency. I hope everything will be okay.” The witch takes a sip from the glass and immediately lets out a sigh of content. “Well if your coworker didn’t have their thing to handle then we probably wouldn’t have crossed paths tonight. Which means I’d still be over here—how did you put it?” He feigns to be thoughtful for all of a second before smiling and adding in, “Oh right, brooding.”

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jayxhahn:

Jay allowed her gaze to wander back over toward the other end of the bar, where the pretty redheaded woman she’d previously had in her sights was flipping her hair and laughing at some guy’s story. On second thought, she’d probably rather stay here with Mr. Grumpy Pants. With a soft sigh, she turned back to face the aforementioned man, who was now sliding his glass in the opposite direction, an invitation. A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips at the kind gesture, and she settled back into the stool without a second thought, lifting a hand to gain the attention of the bartender.

“Prescott,” Jay repeated under her breath, sure she’d heard the name before. Then again, she didn’t want to push the matter, especially when he seemed so mentally and physically exhausted. “Jaylen,” she simply offered in exchange, continuing awkwardly after realizing that she’d paused for a second too long. “–Hahn. Jaylen Hahn. Call me Jay if you wanna.” She diverted her attention only for a moment as she placed her order with the bartender, but quickly focused back on her new companion. “Not to pry, but shouldn’t you be at home resting? A trip to the city’s no small feat, you must be exhausted. Unless this is how you generally deal with exhaustion… no judgement from me!”

When she introduced herself as Jaylen he only smiled at the name since it is pretty unique in itself and could never really forget it. “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance Jaylen.” Soon the bartender came by and she ordered her drink, but before the bartender could leave Rylan told them to put her drink on his tab. He turned his attention back to the woman who seemed to want to know why he’s not at home resting and here at a bar instead. “You’re not prying at all,” the witch says to her, but then pauses for a moment. He could tell her the truth and say that he just teleported back and forth, but then he risks exposing himself as a witch and that whole situation could become disastrous itself. Instead he opts for something more socially acceptable. “Well I could have had a few drink at home but then people might think I’m an alcoholic. Coming to the bar to decompress a bit is better since there’s more people around.” Rylan thinks for a moment about what he said and how it paints a picture of him being some kind of functioning alcoholic, so he adds in, “—not that I’m an alcoholic or anything, but people will write anything to sell a story. I’m gonna shut up for a while.” With that he finishes the remainder of his drink and signals the bartender for another one, of course when they can.

“So what brings you here tonight?” The witch asks in order to take some of the focus off of him for a moment.

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kenneth-sword:

There had finally been an exhilarating day since Ken arrived in Grandview a little over a week ago, and that day was today. Nothing particularly stood out in interest to the vampire, but then again, he really didn’t care what the city itself had to offer; rather the people walking its streets. In a city of this caliber, there were indeed many to pick off of from the menu and quietly discard in a back alley or the side of the street. And that was exactly what Ken had done. After following some guy for what might have been an hour, he finally made himself know once the guy rounded a corner into an alley which could have been a short cut on his way home. Sadly, the poor sap didn’t make it far running either after Ken showed his true face. His new home was now the bottom of a city dumpster.

Males tasted ten times better when they work themselves up, pleading for their life, and maybe one put in his life Ken would have conceded, compelled the guy to forget what happened, and be on his merry way. But things were different, Ken was different, and drinking someone dry brought upon a great pleasure. “ A charming lad like you should certainly be in the mood for company.” Ken responded, continuing to take the stool despite the other man’s statement. After all, it was a public bar and he were free to sit where ever he pleased, “However, this stool happens to be my favorite out of all the empty ones around. Besides–I was here first.”

There seems to be some air of arrogance that surrounds the man that makes him believe he’s entitled to anything and everything he wants. Rylan loves people like that because he relishes in the journey to take them down a peg or two, whether it’s magically or just off his own wits. There’s almost nothing he can do to avoid being left alone when such a man is seemingly trying to exert his dominance over him, so the best thing to do is to make sure he can’t piss him off. Without so much as an invitation the man claims the barstool next to him as his own, but instead of making a fuss about it Rylan just continues to take another swig of his bourbon. “My, my. Someone is quite possessive.” When Rylan realizes that he was nearing the end of his drink he decides to try to gain the bartender’s attention. They ask him if he wants another bourbon on the rocks, but he happily declines the offer. “I’d actually like a Long Island, top shelf, please.” Rylan asks the bartender before grabbing some cash from his wallet and offering a crisp c-note. When they asked him if he needed change he respectfully declined, then turned to the man next to him while he awaits his new drink. “Y’know it’s quite funny actually,” he pauses for a moment to flash a small smile. “I don’t remember ever seeing you here when I arrived. Who am I to believe the word of a complete stranger?”

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jayxhahn:

“Oh— um…” Jaylen’s eyes flitted between the man beside her and the bottle of specialty cream soda on the shelf behind the bar that was clearly asking to be mixed with rum and consumed by none other than herself. He looked exhausted, however, and Jay felt a ping of guilt for disrupting his peace, regardless of the fact that it was never her intention. Really, she just wanted to get tipsy enough to work up the nerve to talk to the redhead at the other end of the bar. 

“I can, uh— I can leave you alone. I’m sure there’s another open stool somewhere…” she sputtered, tumbling over her words as she delivered them much faster than intended. Catching her bottom lip between her teeth, she began to climb down from the stool, but stopped short as she caught the man’s expression. “I’m sorry, I just… I have to ask. Are you okay?”

When the woman started speaking he immediately looked over at her and felt a bit guilty for putting her in such a position, especially when it seemed like she wasn’t even going to really bother him in the first place. In all honesty he thought her to be another assistant of his mother that was looking for him because she is the queen of micromanaging, even if he didn’t work for her. After what he did for his mom today he feels justified in ignoring her for just a few more days to compensate.

When she offered to leave he immediately starts to change his demeanor considerably. “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to sound so rude!” Rylan mentions, as he moves his glass over a bit more as a way to invite the woman to sit down with him than to actually get it out of the way. When she asks him if he’s okay there’s a part of him that wants to lie and just let the situation go, but of course the more rational part of him couldn’t brush her off again like that when it seems she genuinely cares for the most part. “Yeah, it’s been a long day. Just got back from NYC and feeling a bit pooped is all.” The witch takes a sip from his glass when he realizes he has yet to actually introduce himself to the woman. “Geez, where’s my manners? I’m Rylan. Rylan Prescott.”

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Task #1

BASIC INFORMATION

Birth Name: Rylan James Prescott Nickname(s)/Alias: Ry Zodiac Sign: Scorpio Hometown: Grandview, NY Language(s) Spoken: English, Archaic Latin, and Italian

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Hair Color: Brown Eye Color: Blue Build: Athletic Height: 6′1″ Weight: 183 Tattoo(s): None Birthmark(s): None Piercing(s): None Distinguishable Feature(s): Generally his facial hair Clothing Style: [ | General | Athletic | Formal | ]

PERSONALITY

Positive Traits: good hearted, resourceful, self-reliant, meticulous, audacious Negative Traits: distrusting, impulsive, cocky, paranoid, reticent   Rational Fear(s): being directly responsible for the death of someone close to him Irrational Fear(s): dolls Hobbies: camping, hiking, archery Habits: smoking (seldom), swearing

FAVORITES

Weather: rain, snow, sunny, cold Season: winter & Fall Color: darker shades of red, light shades of blue Music Genre: alternative/indie, 80s pop, dance, electronic, hip-hop, pop Movie Genre: horror/thriller, action, adventure, science fiction/fantasy, crime Sports: none Beverage: coffee, tea, water, bourbon, vodka Food: froyo, steak, avocados with any meal possible Animal: dogs, cats

THIS OR THAT

Moon or Sun Lake or Ocean Roses or Tulips Beaches or Mountains Thunderstorms or Hurricanes Sweets or Chocolate Constellations or Galaxies Morning or Night Winter or Summer Hot Cocoa or A Hot Cup of Coffee Cardigans or Sweaters Rain or Snowfall Painting or Statues Cloud Watching or Stargazing Beach Days or Pool Days Lemonade or Iced Coffee

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I’m sorry that I missed your party I wish I had a better excuse like I had to trash the hotel lobby

But I was busy thinkin’ about boys, boys, boys

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grandview-hq:

▸ CORE ː 

NAME ↦ Rylan Prescott NICKNAME(S) ↦ Ry AGE ↦ 24 D.O.B. ↦ November 4, 1993 SPECIES ↦ Witch ↪ POWER(S) ↦ Telekinesis & Teleportation SEXUALITY ↦ Homosexual OCCUPATION ↦ Owner of Vortex | Socialite

▸ BACKGROUND ː

The moment Rylan was brought into the world his parents were ecstatic over their new bundle of joy, but the situation behind his birth was not a pleasant one. His parents were supposed to be headed to a banquet they were invited to, but on their way out the door they were blitzed by a kitsune that was looking to spill some blood. Thanks to his power of premonition his father, Charles, could sense that something was coming for them so his wife, Victoria, set an invisible force field around him when he decided to use himself as bait. Just like that the kitsune revealed themselves from the shadows and sought to use this opportunity to throw thunder at him, but soon found out the attack was deflected. The stress about their impending deaths caused his wife to go into labor a few weeks earlier than she was meant to. Before they went back inside the witches made a circle of mountain ash around the house to at least buy them enough time for his wife give birth. At approximately 7:15 PM on Thursday, November 4th, Rylan James Prescott was born.

For the first few years of his life he did not really get to interact with other kids, aside from his older sister. It was mostly a preventative measure to make sure he doesn’t accidentally expose himself as a witch to any human children. By the time he was four he did not really exhibit any active powers, so his parents allowed his nanny to often take him to public parks so he could play with kids his age. During one of his visits he was playing on the swing when he heard some older kids yelling at one of his friends and kicking dirt in their face. Something inside of him knew he had to step up for his friend so against his nanny’s wishes he ran over to the little girl and told the bullies to leave her alone. Of course they weren’t going to listen to some four year old so they started kicking dirt on them and calling them names. All he can remember is that he got so angry that he wanted to show them a lesson and just like that he telekinetically pushed back the group of bullies away from the two of them. They of course had no clue what happened and did not want to stick around to find out so they ran off. His nanny grabbed him by his arm and dragged him back home to tell his parents what transpired during their visit that day. His mom and dad knew that they could not deal with his power with how little he is, so they decided to bind them and erase his memory until he was old enough to know how to control it.

After much deliberating behind the scenes, his parents decided on his tenth birthday that Rylan was mature enough to know about his witch heritage and have his powers unbound—partially due to the fact that him being left in the dark any longer would put his life in far more risk. As expected at first he did not believe his parents and thought that they were insane, but they assured him that he had powers. The only way they thought to prove it to him was to show him their powers, so his mother shattered a vase before his very eyes with a gesture, then encapsulated it in a force field so it didn’t get everywhere. Rylan was in such a state of awe that he wondered if he could do the same thing, but his dad told him that his power is different from theirs—that he could move things with his mind. The young boy tried so hard to see if he could do it but nothing worked—that was until he got frustrated enough to fling a picture frame against the wall. Rylan and his parents were proud of him taking the first steps towards accepting his destiny but he still had a long way to go before he had the experience he needed to perhaps one day lead their coven or any other.

When he started high school four years later Rylan learned more about the supernatural world around him and had more control over his primary power to the point of being able to be more subtle with his usage. Against his parents’ wishes he went out looking for trouble but as it usually does trouble found him. He caught the attention of a bloodthirsty vampire when he was walking through the cemetery late at night. The witch knew that something was following him but did not want to attack prematurely since he still had the upper hand, but soon found himself overpowered and frightened by the vampire. If it weren’t for his father having a premonition about his son being in danger he surely would have been done in. His parents may have slayed the vampire but Rylan was not out of dog house. When they returned home he was scolded to no end about the carelessness of his actions and was told he was not ready to protect innocents let alone his own self. As punishment his parents casted a spell to suspend his powers temporarily until he learned his lesson. The witch soon found out that he cannot always rely on his powers to help him and if he were actually in trouble and unable to magically fight his way out, he’d have to learn to use his fists. So he took it upon himself to learn martial arts in order to both compliment his powers and to actually defend himself if the need arises.

For a while Rylan struggled in keeping his grades up, attending night classes at his dojang, and studying from his family’s grimoire since he found it hard getting to and from each place especially if he’s caught in traffic. There just was not enough hours in the day to get everywhere he needed. This need to be able to travel faster must have been a trigger for his second power to manifest—either that or he was progressing and maturing as a witch to call forth another power. The witch was at home getting ready to go to the dojang when he noticed he had only five minutes to get there, something that was clearly impossible with the amount of traffic during rush hour. He thought to cast a quick spell to remedy the situation but in a blink of an eye he teleported from inside his bedroom to the alleyway next to the dojang. When he entered the building he looked over at the clock hanging on the wall just to make sure he was not dreaming things up, but sure enough he realized what had happened and knew he gained another power. This new power seemed to come with great advantages of being able to get places faster, but also had a few drawbacks that he managed to overcome over the years to come.

After graduating from high school the witch decided to move to New York City to experience life away from his siblings and his parents. While the city itself was only about four hours away from Grandview, he was always just a phone call or a teleportation away if need be. To him there was a certain allure to just being another person at the school where as the mere mention of his last name back home and suddenly everyone thinks him to be pretentious. After a few semesters at school he realized that he did not want to go into the family business and one day take over the company if given the chance. It was his grandpa who actually started the company a few years before his death and handed it over to his mother. Rylan wanted to be known for something than just being another Prescott and owning the family company. Of course he did not really know for sure what it was he wanted, but did ended up graduating with a dual degree in business. He opted to stay in NYC for a few months before moving back home to Grandview because he was afraid to tell his parents he wanted to pursue another business venture outside of the family business.

Once his extended stay in New York City came to an end he came back into town with a solid plan to open a nightclub. He clued in his parents of his idea and they were nothing but supportive and wished him the best of luck in his venture. About a year after returning to Grandview Rylan could feel that something was different about the city—something off. He could not quite put his finger on it and just drummed it up as him being extremely stressed out over trying to open his club. It had taken him two years to do so but he was able to break ground in the downtown district, establishing Vortex as an LGBT-centric nightclub. It wasn’t until months after the grand opening of the club that he noticed that the same feeling never went away, which to this day makes him steadily anxious for the unknown.

▸ HEADCANONS ː

In the traditional sense most people associate the middle child with being neglected and perpetually left out from the other siblings, but the same can’t be said for Rylan. He is definitely more independent, empathetic, and not easily influenced by pressures to be the same or conform to someone else’s ideaology. He is often seen as the mediator between his sisters.

Rylan is said the be the best at making potions compared to his sisters, but it could be because he is a naturally skilled chef.

With his parents being famous in town he’s grown up being hounded by paparazzi and seeing photos of his family being plastered on any media outlet that would buy them. During high school he was out at a party with some friends and did not notice a photographer was there snapping pictures of Rylan making out with  some “mystery guy”. It was one of the worst days of his life to not only be outed before he was ready to tell his parents, but for it to become a regionwide ordeal. Surprising enough for him he received nothing but love from his parents and the media gained some backlash for outing an underage Rylan.

CHRIS WOOD is the faceclaim for RYLAN PRESCOTT and they are played by FLOYD

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Location: Brimstone Tavern — Late Evening

It was finally time for him to unwind, especially after the long day he had acting on his mother’s behalf at a potential client’s site down in NYC. He was asked to fill in for her when she realized her now fired assistant double booked her on the day she had to meet with an equally important client at their Silicon Valley location. She should count herself lucky that he even knew the details of the new product that they requested the company to develop for them, but she probably only had him show up because she knew he could teleport himself there last minute.

Rylan sits down at the bar with a glass of his favorite bourbon and takes a quick swig of the liquid. From his peripherals he could see that someone decided to sit down at the stool next to him. “—I’m actually not in the mood for company, sorry.”