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One burger ⸻ no, make it two ⸻ no no no no, make it three. Is that weird? Wow. How great it is to be alive?

He doesn't know how much food is in front of him; greasy fries, greasy burgers, greasy alcohol. He has been shoving his stomach full for the past hour, uncaring to the strange looks sent his way. He is fucking OUT! Forty fucking years of bland food that tasted like ash and dirt in his mouth, of the same movie in the theaters, of that damn Halloween decoration everywhere. He does not care about the news, he is sure they have forgotten his name already. He is free, and that is the only thing that matters. No manners, speaking with his mouth full, pretty scary lady next to him ⸻ All farts in the wind. "Are you drinking that?" he says to person on his left, or his right, and before an answer comes, his hand is grabbing their beer and drinking it all in one gulp.

"Oh, that hits right." A moan. He wipes his mouth, pointing at the tv with a finger and a chuckle. "Yes. All fake, right? Like the moon landing and David Bowie. Are you guys still afraid of Satan? News wouldn't stop talking about it. Every. Single. Fucking. Day."

open: 1/5 where: simple pub in neutral downtown

She shoves the burger, almost wholesale, into her mouth, eyes focused on the flat screen in the corner, above the bar of the greasy spoon she's decided to lunch in while she's on this side of town. On the news is some tale of woe or misfortune being spun into polarized nonsense by the talking heads; wishy washy whataboutism over something that ought to be, in her objective opinion, a clear cut issue. She shakes her head in disgust. "God damn, turn that shit over to a new channel already, s'depressing."

She turns her gaze to the person she feels looking her way. "Sheep, that's who watches this shit, yeah?"

[sntsrenwicks]

case     file          :          renwick     ,     achilles          you hide behind your metaphors and pray that no one sees the fare behind your poker face: your dark and twisted needs

1964     ,     port liery          such a beautiful boy filled with so much sin

let me in

let me out

basics.

full name . . . ; achilles renwick

nicknames . . . ; achi, wick

association . . . ; renwick coven (deceased)

birthplace . . . ; port liery

occupation . . . ; serial killer

date of birth . . . ; december 31th, 1964

status . . . ; single

sexuality . . . ; bisexual

gender . . . ; cis man

pronouns . . . ; he/him

languages . . . ; english, french

to note . . . ; if you see him on the street, run

scars . . . ; none

tattoos . . . ; none

piercings . . . ; none

positive traits . . . ; charming, intelligent, agille

negative traits . . . ; manipulative, cold, violent, cruel, withdrawn, reckless

connections . . . ; athena renwick . . . older sister, alive / / mother renwick . . . mother, mia / / renwick coven . . . coven, all deceased / /

BIOGRAPHY.

TW: Murder, Child Death, Sociopathy, Blood, Evil, Suicide Mention, Cruelty

Many are gifted with a big family ⸻ have it as their duty to spurt as many spawns as their body physically allows out of a sense of faux responsibility and fate. Such is the case of the Renwick's ⸻ one of the oldest, most respected, secretive but influential covens residing in the United States. A white picket fence house in Port Liery, twelve powerful children, a coven leader happily married and regarded as a great father ⸻ The Renwick family had it all; fortune, happiness, status. Not every happy ever after is meant to last, however. 

Athena and Achilles. Ridiculous. You have half a mind to be grateful your parents didn't name you Odysseus ⸻ but you aren't an odyssey. No happiness of coming home, no wonders and adventures. You are the tragedy of The Iliad ⸻ you are Paris by the river, kidnapping Helen for your own enjoyment. Names are inconsequential in shaping who you become ⸻ yet, there's irony in it, no? Your parents were so obsessed with mythology they created a Greek Tragedy. Their own little Trojan War ⸻ the horse in the house from the beginning, the infant dropped from the wall. Quite literally, but we are not there yet. 

You and Athena were the oldest of a bunch of snotty brained children set for greatness ⸻ Renwick would not accept anything less than perfection. Your father led the coven, your mother played house ⸻ despite how you knew her magic was twice more powerful than his could ever be. But the rules were clear; only a born Renwick leads the coven, no matter if they are a pathetic weak sore sight like your dickhead of a father. Skilled shapeshifters trusted by an entire community of fools ⸻ you hated it. Perhaps because you were the weakest link, the one whose power refused to show up. You were the black sheep. The family's shame. And when you finally figured out what was wrong with your magic ⸻ you knew Renwick coven was no place for you. 

Anger was always a known emotion ⸻ your father didn't treat you well, the house was constantly loud, and the kids annoyed the living shit out of you. But you had never exploded the way you did when your mother confessed, after pushing her around a bit, that you inherited her magic because your father wasn't yours ⸻ instead, a drunk human man sired you during a night of weakness on her part. A blood witch, a cunning bitch. You hated her. Despise how you didn't have a third of her power and only seemed to have gotten the weakness ⸻ the need. 

Many would say that's what made you snap ⸻ most argue you were born this way. Blood witches aren't friends with sanity. You know what happened during the night of September 26th, 1987 was meant to happen ⸻ had you known the truth or not. Athena was shaped to be the next leader ⸻ your older sister always achieved levels of perfection the entire coven could be proud of. You, the second born, always overlooked, were left to babysit the younger kids while Ares, three years your younger, were being raised to be Athena's right hand man. Honestly, it's like they were asking for it. 

Now, the baby from the wall ⸻ not your proudest moment, and not exactly a baby. Your siblings loved you up until the point you pushed your brother from the third floor window. All screams, after that. They wouldn't keep quiet even while dying. Ten of the Renwick's children died that night ⸻ the neighbors found their bodies in the morning, along with their father's. Their mother, however, was miraculously alive. Barely. Who needs their spleen, anyway? 

You and Athena were nowhere to be found. At first, people believed you both had been taken by the cruel monster who killed your family. It's only when the rest of the Renwick Coven was brutally murdered that something clicked in the brains of Port Liery's covens ⸻ only took them three days! To this day, you don't know how Athena knew to get you back ⸻ the promises she made of finding a witch that could bond her magic to yours were true, you know. But when you returned to Port Liery, they were waiting. Your mother and the coven she had enlisted for help. Your sister. Your flesh and blood turned against you. 

They crafted a personal hell you could not escape ⸻ couldn't die, either, no matter how many times you died. You were stuck in Port Liery, September 26th, 19987 day after day after day. Alone. You lost track of time. You lost track of life. Anger consumed you. Bitterness. Emotions you had never felt before. You planned, you read, you screamed, you died. Over and over again. You weren't sure if you were a person anymore. You weren't sure of anything. And then, forty years later, you were set free. 

POSSIBLE CONNECTS

The Coven that helped his mother create the prison world they sent him to. The coven would keep the knowledge of it a secret, and any means of creating another prison such as Achilles's would've been destroyed.

Athena Renwick is still alive, despite not being a part of the long gone Renwick coven. Achilles has a soft spot for his sister, and had chosen her to sacrifice to bring back the witch of the wild (desmona atticus). He didn't make it to the witch's location, for Athena convinced him to turn back and search for a witch in Port Liery that would bound Athena's magic to him. He doesn't know what happened to his sister - if she changed her name, joined a coven, or even if she is still at Port Liery.

The person who broke him out of the time prison is someone Achilles is thankful to, and will be a constant annoyance to. He needs housing, help with the world, and figuring out what next to do.

Mother Renwick disappeared when she used her magic to trap Achilles in the prison. It's unknown if she died, or somehow ended up inside the prison with him. Achilles seems to know what happened to his mother, but he is keeping his lips tightly shut about it.