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new memories filled the empty spaces that erik didn't even know he had in his brain each day and night. the most traumatic ones came first, because why wouldn't they? as far as erik could tell, there wasn't much peace in his life until it was coming to a wrap. even then, there was such great loss and tragedy weighing on his mind that threatened to push him away from any semblance of peace. reliving all of his trauma in glimpses was newly destructive, and erik had wondered what memories would follow. could it get much worse? it could, erik thought, it really could.

the park was a place of comfort for him, not in his past years in ivy cove, but as of late. erik could feel the weight of the air, the minerals in the ground, the iron in the blood of those walking past him. just how much he could sense would be overwhelming to most, but it felt natural to him; it was a weight lifted off of his shoulders. this was in his nature, he knew. the animals around always reminded him of nina, though erik did not show much compassion toward the birds. in his mind, they flapped wildly as an arrow struck the center of his world. erik found that he had a growing sense for other mutants, something he was still trying to get the hang of. there was an energy hauntingly familiar to him, surrounded by the birds that he sought to avoid. almost instinctively, he moved toward it without any cohesive thought.

he could not speak upon reaching the woman, lost in his thoughts as he searched for any recognition of her features. it felt as though no time had passed before she had met his gaze and spoke. it did not make sense to him. erik had heard of people who swore they had perished in their lives, being brought back to this place. only, he did not imagine such a thing would happen to him... for him. the world took from him at every turn, providing little to match up. in this moment, he thought back to hearing of the world to come, as his mother would call it. was this it?

it was surely nina before him. though her features had matured, and her voice lacked that childlike ring to it, every aspect of her aligned with erik's memory. the swell of emotion that rushed over him was significant: painful, but somehow healing. he idly wondered how long he had stood there, even after she had acknowledged him. he was weary to trust this moment, and shock did wonders in fueling his thought, but little in bringing him to action. his eyes wandered to the locket, remembering the twinge in his hand and how the air had shifted as the police fell feet from him. he did not take much time to gaze at it, realizing in half of a second that life was truly short. he could never be awarded enough time to truly appreciate this moment, to appreciate the return of his daughter. this finally spurred movement in his limbs.

gently, as though she were still a third of his size, erik reached toward nina. his hands wrapped protectively around her back as he hunched over, his fingertips grazing where the arrow had pierced her skin. he hadn't noticed the tears streaming down his cheeks until he could feel the damp pool forming on the fabric covering her shoulder. "nina, kochanie," he breathed. the polish rolled off of his tongue more aptly than he had expected. "is this real?" it felt almost sinister to ask. though nina stood before him with years of her own under her belt, erik felt calling attention to their shared trauma was perhaps too cruel. but he needed to know.

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Getting her memories back had been traumatizing for the brunette, something she wasn't sure if other people were experiencing, but if they were, then there was a small comfort in knowing that she wasn't alone. Though most people would seek out their family, she had no high hopes of her parents being here, and friends wise, she often preferred the company of animals, so as she made her way down to the park, she sat on a bench and watched the birds fly around, taking a moment to call out to them as a couple flew over to her and perched themselves on the top of the bench. "Hello, beautiful." She whispers, using a finger to gently pet the bird's back, but the bird startles and flies away as Nina hears footsteps, quickly turning back and freezing up at the familiar face. "...Baba?" She says, a hand instinctively reaching up to the locket around her neck, where the photo of his parents are.

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clem's embarrassment caught up to her once she took notice of her rambling. she made a mental note to slow down, always having to remind herself to take time to listen. if only that reminder didn't send her brain into overdrive. "oh, that's right!" short and simple. when the conversation veered back around, clem listened intently, nodding at appropriate intervals. "mm, nostalgia is powerful. plus, with all the new renditions, even after wes craven... you know." she made an offhanded gesture. his next words puzzled clem, her mind rolling into an analytic state. past knowledge forgotten, clem's mind expanded as she pressed, "anyone? seems like you have personal experiences there." it hadn't occurred to her that what she was asking was deeply personal for a first meeting.

"I was just asking you if I could sit with you because there was no empty tables, and somehow we got on this subject." Jake admitted with a soft laugh. He didn't mind it, he used to be really into horror movies but after the whole thing with Chucky, he wasn't a huge fan of watching them considering you never knew who could be real now. Especially in a town like this, he wouldn't be shocked if Jason came walking down the street later on. "I think the Scream movies are way more popular because by the time our generations came around, we were always looking for something that fills you with nostalgia too. Plus, Scream kind of showed you that anyone can be a killer, even someone you thought you knew. Trust me, anyone can be a killer if you push them hard enough." Jake was reminded of his cousin then.

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merlin was kicking himself internally for not being more careful. though others in town had exhibited abilities recently, he hadn't been very forthcoming about his own. upon hearing the other's voice, merlin put on a face of calm, wearing it as surely as he had worn his countless secrets years ago. the shakiness gone from his tone, he called out once more, "i'm merlin! uh, sorry if i gave you a fright!"

he stood, making his appearance more well known and trying to appear less suspicious. "i'm a bit clumsy, not always paying attention like i should... at least, that's what they all tell me!" pipe down, merlin, he thought to himself. "ah, sorry. if you need a break, i've just gotten a fire going!" he thought about pulling out the lighter from his pocket and flicking it to life, but he figured he had oversold his act quite enough.

there was a reason jd chose to live in a cabin miles away from town. he enjoyed isolation over small talk and fake pleasantries. he had his friends from work, and honestly, that was all he really needed. he didn't make enough money to live any fancier, so he opted to walk home from work that day. his bike had been out of commission ever since a nail embedded itself in the front tire. it was colder than normal that night, so he traded his usual trench coat for a jacket and hugged his arms around himself as he walked.

jd rarely encountered anybody on his walk to and from town. in fact, he could count on one hand how many times he had. people typically stayed out of the woods. that's why, when he heard a whoosh and saw a sudden flame appear some fifty feet away, he turned his attention to the source of the fire. the dry leaves crunching beneath him gave away his presence as he stepped closer, though his view was still somewhat obstructed by trees that stood between them. " uh. jd ? " he replied, eyes squinting both out of confusion and because it was dark. " i live a couple miles away from here. who are you ? "

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erik, usually the reserved and controlled one, couldn't stop the fit of laughter that followed the other's remarks. how ironic, he thought to himself. almost indulgently, he replied, "needed a drink, ah? can't imagine why, what with all of the chaos." realizing his tone came off close to a snarl, he pointed his finger to their surroundings distractingly. "right, you are. can't help but think there might be finer places to grab a drink if you're not a fan of the crowds." erik curiously peered over, blurred eyes searching the contents of the man's drink in hopes of figuring out what he was sipping on.

"You are a very loud person, aren't you? Hm, it would seem highly intoxicated as well." Alastor observed, shaking his head. He was not a huge fan of the loud and the annoying, but he was assuming humans were all like that, or at least from what he had noticed in this city. "I am afraid I did not see what you did in there because I was avoiding going in there, but I desperately needed a drink. So, I decided to hang out here after purchasing my drink. I'm guessing you had one too many and was kicked out?"

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when clem's attention turned to her counterpart, she felt a pang of embarrassment. with a sense of fear and defiance, she directed her sight to the look on the stranger's face. usually, she'd see an apologetic look, one that screamed how do i get out of this situation politely? this far away look of disinterest that scrambled for an excuse to exit the conversation. in place of that, clementine was shocked to find fascination and warmth. it almost derailed her thoughts... almost.

the reminder pulled an oooh from clementine's lips, her brain rushing to discern just how off track she had gotten. her fingers raked through a patch of hair highlighted with an off-green color, the damage more than evident in contrast to the surrounding strands. "scream, yes." she pointed to the other, as if in approval. "you know, you just can't beat the timing in that movie. truly, truly brilliant."

a pause in her speech prompted a question to impulsively tumble off of her chapped lips, "speaking of timing, why are you here?" the question came off a bit more abrasive than she had intended, so she quickly followed that with, "i mean, at a drive in, watching pet sematary... in march." clem was fond of weird timing, as time wasn't a concept that her mind seemed to comprehend. but it wasn't lost on her that attending a horror moving showing, alone, around springtime was relatively uncommon. it was, however, lost on her that that was exactly what she was also doing. that thought would follow shortly after.

Elena normally went to any sort of showing with friends, but this time she decided to attend by herself. Besides, if she wanted company there would be plenty of people there. Dark hues watched the screen as she ate her popcorn before her attention was torn away when someone new sat down next to her. A smile was flashed at the newcomer before they introduced themselves, she was glad to have someone to talk about horror movies with, even though one could say her life before Ivy Cove was kind of a horror movie itself.

Elena's smile remained on her face as Clem went on a bit of a rant, which the brunette didn't mind because the other was teaching her interesting facts that she didn't know. The doppelganger almost interrupted, before the other brunette was talking about the current movie they were watching. The eldest Gilbert now knew why she seemed to get along well with Clem, despite just meeting, it was because she reminded Elena almost of Caroline.

She shook her head once the other asked her a question, dark hues bright with a newfound fondness as she looked at someone who she thought could become a friend. "I asked about your favorite horror movie, and I'm thinking it's Scream? It's one of my favorites as well, especially during Halloween."

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merlin caught the sight of the dogs first, a sigh of relief cut short the moment he realized they had been accompanied by someone. not just anyone, but arthur. his body tensed immediately, a stiffness halting any motion that fought to appear. he waited for arthur to speak first, unsure of what he had seen or just how much he remembered. when both of those questions were answered, merlin was able to mindfully relax his body. as he sat, merlin forced an easy smile to his face. thoughts rushed around his head, the familiarity of the man before him dizzying in the face of their new circumstances. while arthur's words were reassuring, merlin couldn't help but think that the interaction was already atypical for their usual dynamic.

merlin's wit came easy to him, the words flowing from his mouth even as he felt on edge, "oh, i'm sure a prat like you could manage to find someone who was willing to put up with you." he added, "maybe." merlin averted his gaze upon seeing a strange look in arthur's eyes, unease threatening his composure as he fiddled with a stick on the ground. this was uncharted territory. he was unsure of where arthur was at memory-wise, though he was quite certain things hadn't fully come back to him as they had for merlin.

in an effort to subtly gauge his recollection, "i came out here to enjoy my two days off." he motioned around him, eyes searching for arthur's reaction to his words. it was a plain statement, one that could be recognized for its meaning in the absence of recognition. in one of his last memories with arthur, he had been promised two days off from his duties following arthur's verbalized desires for merlin never to change. he couldn't help but feel disappointed in himself; he had changed, both in the centuries following the death of the king, and in this new life they found themselves in. everything had changed.

Arthur was hunting, or more like his dogs were hunting, and he was just hiking along behind them. The blonde always took them for a long walk around the Cordova wood campsite, because it meant they could burn off their energy fully as they were able to explore more. Blue hues watched as they veered on and off course, before they ran faster ahead of him, almost like they heard something that he couldn't. Brows furrowed as his pace hurried before he came to a stop behind trees and watched as someone whom he considered to be a friend seemingly lit a fire with just his eyes as they flashed a golden hue.

A headache bloomed behind his eyes, as a distant memory flooded his mind as a familiar scene played out. It was almost like he had seen it all before, a flash of gold, a fire lit while a pain bloomed on his side, he remembered a dragon made of smoke, and truths being revealed to him as he lay dying. Truths that felt almost like betrayal, and a hurt that blossomed that was more mental than physical. Yet in the end, he knew he would never change a single thing about the other, which he supposed is why his last words were used to tell him that.

Arthur shook his head, the memory not leaving his mind, even as a familiar voice called out to him. His dogs already darted ahead, before he could stop them, which meant the blond followed them through the trees. "Merlin," Arthur sighed, before dropping to rest on the ground against an old log, while blue eyes watched the other. "You should be careful, you could be killed." The words were coated in caution, a warning, yet also filled with a hint of protectiveness. "And I don't want you to die, where else would I find an idiot to be my friend?" The words seemed like a joke, mostly since he never once acknowledged that Merlin was his friend, at least not to his face, until now of course, yet his eyes betrayed him as they spoke earnest truths.

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erik met korkie's eyes for a moment, surveying him absently as his back made contact with the building behind him. the stability was proving to be quite useful, erik thought. his chuckling died down, replaced by an almost haunted look of bemusement. in all other circumstances, erik would not be having this conversation, would not have shown any indication of his abilities. he had underestimated the power of scotch in such a confusing time.

the stranger's uninterested tone only served to pique erik's interest, if not challenge his ego. "have you?" he spoke, almost whispering. as though he didn't mean to say it, he quickly followed up his question with, "i have quite a range." he drew the final word out, searching his surroundings for anything that could help him put on a hell of a performance. when he saw a large billboard hanging overhead, he giggled childishly. pointing to the billboard to alert the other's attention, erik took a moment to focus.

he hadn't been prepared for the dramatic snapping of the billboard as it bent in half, idly wondering if he needed to consciously revisit how strong he had become. with each day, he could feel it growing. tossing the top half of the billboard off to an unoccupied grassy area, erik let gravity take him to the ground. seated on the pavement against the wall, he shook his head. "i can fly, too." there was little excitement in his voice. "aaand if you've got a rat or a small rodent on you, i could make it do the hokey pokey." that elicited a small chuckle, his spinning gaze returning to the man in an attempt to gauge his reaction.

Korkie watched as the man sang karaoke, a hint of amusement shined in dark hues as the other stumbled. They only came to this bar on specific nights, mostly when there was live entertainment, like karaoke nights, because it made people watching more fun when people were being drunken fools. And the drinks being good were always a plus.

He was just about to turn around to face the bar again when he caught sight of a pen rising from the floor. They watched as it rose until returning to someone's hand. Korkie only thought Jedis or the Sith could do such a thing, yet the man before him didn't look like he could be either. Nor did they get the sense that the man on the stage was anything like them. Dark hues watched as the security officers took the other away before he finished his drink and stood up.

A sigh escaped their lips as they went out into the slightly warmed night air, trying to find the slightly older male. The Mandalorian didn't need to look too far, as it seemed the drunken singer found him first, which was good enough in their book. "It was okay, I've seen better." Their tone was unimpressed, mostly because he spoke the truth. Korkie has seen Jedi do more impressive things than the man had just done. "But what else can you do?"

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open to: anyone ( @ivycovestarters ) setting: walkers drive in

clementine was lost in her own ramblings, the past ten minutes of the showing a blur observed without much cognitive attention. while she tended to lean toward media more suited to the "drama" and "thriller" genres, horror had caught her eye lately. determined to exercise her knowledge, she abandoned her book mid-sentence to throw on a tattered cardigan and shimmy down to the drive in. while she was no stranger to lonesome public experiences, she felt compelled to share her recent findings with surrounding bystanders. on the second attempt of invading someone's presence, she wasn't immediately shooed away. vague pleasantries were exchanged, which, of course, turned into clem talking their ear off with incomplete and messy bouts of information. "and that's how wes craven's 1996 film scream made its permanent mark on the horror genre." as the film pet sematary played on the big screen, she ended her thoughts with, "obviously, pet sematary is older BUT... dale midkiff's back-and-forth from monotone declarations to, what one could call, ridiculously emphasized statements, is one of my favorite examples of early unintentional humor in horror films." when clem stopped, she realized she was out of breath and her hands that had been serving to punctuate her points were frozen in the air. this caused her to follow up almost immediately with, "wait, what did you say again?"

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open to: anyone ( @ivycovestarters ) setting: cordova wood campsite

it was a new kind of nostalgia that led merlin to the forest. while he had experienced the modern world in both lives, even watched it grow before his eyes in one, memories of the premodern world were closer now to him than they had ever been. his mind had always been a busy one, but exceptionally so since the flooding of past memories and the revival of his powers. for a man who always had the answers, having nothing but questions was an unfamiliar, and wildly confusing, state to be in. the quiet of the grove and the proximity to the lake called to him, and he abandoned his day's chores without a thought to answer that call. carried with him was a drawstring bag with basic necessities and a tent he had dug out of his garage, spiderwebs displaced as a result. when he no longer heard the presence of others, he sat in front of a makeshift fire pit that he had thrown together. with a brief flash of gold in his eyes, the campfire danced to life in front of him. he was taken back to his final moments with arthur, a feeling of unfamiliarity, even then; he had struggled to light a fire in his midst, eventually using his magic to do so and battling arthur's distrust in the moments following. merlin's reminiscence did not last long, cut short by footfalls ringing through his ears. in a state of paranoia, merlin burst upward and shakily called out, "who's there?" fear pressed at him, sure that the wandering stranger had witnessed how exactly he was able to light the fire.

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open to: anyone ( @ivycovestarters ) setting: kings bar

erik wasn't oblivious to the stares of others. he was certain each patron had their own thoughts on his performance, but glances of perplexity were shared amongst all as he drunkenly fumbled his way through the chorus of i don't like mondays (with a dramatic swing of the microphone towards the crowd to echo "tell me why"). he wasn't much of a drinker, at least to this degree. his recent discoveries were a valid excuse for debauchery, only known to him but overwhelming all the same. he stopped to catch his breath, stumbling over the cord of the microphone when the air shifted as a pen fell from someone's hand to the floor. as if instinctually, erik returned the pen to the shocked guest's hand from twenty feet away. the absurdity of the moment hit him all at once, and he doubled over laughing obnoxiously as his drink tipped over, leaving a shiny gloss on the ground. apparently, this was strike three. he was still cackling, desperate breaths breaking up the noise, when hands lifted him out of the bar and onto the street. he was vaguely aware of the presence of another person, unsure if they had been out for a smoke or had even participated in his recent exile. either way, he shouted, "did you see that in there — with the pen?" he wriggled his fingers in the air above him, his tone dropping, "that's not all i can do."

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UNCEREMONIOUS : [ a ] having or showing a lack of courtesy; rough or abrupt.

erik lehnsherr [ marvel ] : thirty8 & has some memories — he/him ☪ — musings. threads. intro. clementine kruczynski [ eternal sunshine ] : thirty & has no memories — she/they ☪ — musings. threads. intro. merlin [ merlin ] : thirty2 & has his memories — he/him ☪ — musings. threads. intro.

penned by lauryn , 23 , she/her/hers FOR ivy cove .

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003 : CLEMENTINE KRUCZYNSKI

name. clementine ann kruczynski

age. thirty

pronouns & gender identity. she/they & demi woman

sexual & romantic orientation. bisexual & biromantic

species. human

occupation. media critic columnist

ivy cove background. clementine's "fake" life was adventurous and chaotic, much like her canon one. instead of withdrawing from others (cough cough merlin and erik), clem reveled in companionship and all of the turbulent and wonderful emotions that came with it. growing up in a large family full of adopted siblings, clem's childhood was full of love and endlessly busy. her mind was often in the clouds, daydreaming and romanticizing and contemplating. clementine paved her own path in life, determined to live by her own rules and sense of self. times weren't always happy; in fact, there had been several rock bottoms. at each turn, clem bounced back, almost rebelliously. through failed relationships and moments of wonder and boring days filled with nothing but silence, clementine always found something to look forward to (even if it was the promise of a piece of cheesecake three weeks from then). her literary interests drove her to work at bookstores from the time she was old enough, and the right connections eventually landed her a job as a newspaper columnist. she is responsible for writing reviews on newly published media, from mainstream literary sources to obscure indie movies. upon the resurgence of memories from others, clem's been intrigued, and a little uneasy. her theories are endless: was she truly born here? did she have memories that are yet to be uncovered? what was stopping them from coming back? how did everyone else do it? she was... content with her ivy cove life, but she wondered if there was something better for her out there, something she may have already even experienced.

personality. clementine is somewhat of a spitfire, ruled by her emotions and prone to outbursts. she views the world from a wondrous view, and does her best to amicably cohabitate with her feelings, but what goes up must always come down. she is impulsive, both by nature and by choice, recognizing that fighting who she is at her core has never been the best option for her. while her perspective can be a bit grandiose, clem also values the little things in life, believing they're what comprise the "big" things later on. she is carefree, eccentric, and free-spirited. while clem often experiences moments of vulnerability, she can be slightly guarded around others. always chasing what makes her feel alive, clem's strong emotions can change in a moment and reach levels (both high and low) often inaccessible to others. though she displays an assertive, confident nature, clementine struggles deep-down with insecurity and self doubt. part of her thinks faking it until she makes it is the way to go, so you won't find her admit that often, if at all. clem's not one to be underestimated, a force of nature with cleverness and intelligence that leads her to openly question others, and pick up on things that are well-hidden. what you can always count on is clem honoring who she is, being true to herself, and speaking her mind.

below is clementine's canon inspiration ! this is listed for reference, and in case of her memories returning. the above information may be altered in order to reflect memories gained or any character progression.

canon background. canon-compliant from the beginning to the end of eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. clementine participated in a procedure to erase her memories following a bitter breakup with her boyfriend, joel barrish. she began dating a man named patrick, who had become infatuated with her after helping with her procedure, only things didn't seem right. in the end, with their mutually erased memories, clementine and joel form a relationship once again. when they find out about the procedures that they had undergone, tensions rise, but the two decide they will try to make things work once again.

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002 : MERLIN

name. emrys "merlin" wynn

age. thirty-two ( 1,000+ )

pronouns & gender identity. he/him/his & cis man

sexual & romantic orientation. bisexual & biromantic

species. human ( immortal druid )

occupation. medical writer & local herbalist

ivy cove background. born emrys merlin hunithson, commonly called merlin, merlin had an unconventional upbringing. raised by his mother, a botanist named hunith, merlin showed exceptional intelligence from a young age. as he grew, this manifested in his medical studies. eventually, merlin would obtain his master's degree in medical biology with a heavy focus on english composition and rhetoric. he would later become a medical writer, compiling new advances in medicine to contribute to health care books and scientific journals. on the side, merlin had an interest in herbalism and was known locally for procuring natural medicines for minor ailments and preventative care. his life was mostly mundane, with no incredible tales of adventure or tragedy. when his memories and abilities came flooding back to him, however, there was almost a rebirth. while merlin has been slightly secretive as to the extent of his recollection and abilities, he has been awed by how natural it all feels to him. he is carrying on as he always has, only his moments alone are now consumed by exercising and refining his new/old powers, writing detailed accounts of his memories, and contemplating his next steps.

personality. though brilliant and wise, merlin has always maintained somewhat of a childlike nature. he has retained his wondrous spirit, and is often the first to crack wise in objectively inappropriate situations. he is playful, loyal, and compassionate, but also reckless and can be wary of others. if he were given a superlative in school, it would have been "most likely to become a mad scientist". merlin grew up lower to middle class, and is rather grounded and close with his mother. while appearing lawful, merlin has a bit of a rebellious nature. he holds a fine balance between party animal and scholar. before he regained his memories, he had always felt as though there was a missing component in his life. this caused him to be a bit cynical, though not outwardly, always maintaining an entirely positive facade around others. since the return of his memories and abilities, merlin has reacted with some apathy in the face of shock. he hasn't been entirely candid to the public about what he is able to do, and what he remembers. there is a renewing sense of loyalty and commitment, but also fear in the face of drastic change. what was once his destiny seems almost unattainable now with the change of setting and circumstances. still, there remains a glimpse of hope.

as merlin does have full recollection of his memories and all of his powers back, the information below is important to those who will have close interactions with him !

canon background. canon-compliant from the beginning to end of bbc merlin. creative liberties are taken in the form of merlin's thousand years of waiting after arthur's passing. merlin, immortal, watched as generations of those he knew passed on. he never left albion, spending centuries doing his best to care for the region from the shadows. merlin never took a wife or had any children, and was forced to phase in and out of his appearance in order to maintain a living in the area without drawing suspicion. while he did his best to retain albion's glory, he was left, in the end, in a modern world deprived of magic and cursed with endless wars and advanced technologies. he kept the histories of albion, donated what information he could to science, and waited for the return of the once and future king.

powers & abilities. canon powers now present in ivy cove. extensive magical abilities including time manipulation magic, telekinesis, telepathy, foresight via scrying, sensing magical sources such as people and artifacts, elemental magic (emphasis on fire), magical shield generation, power over life and death (reviving, creating life), creature influence and manipulation, magical combat via weapons and spells, magical resilience and immortality & healing abilities. dragonlord powers include the ability to command and communicate with dragons/wyverns, the ability to create a dragon-like roar & the ability to call forth a hatchling from its egg. merlin is immortal, and can only be killed by a sword forged in dragon's breath. he is proficient in various weapons, a skilled physician, impressively stealthy & talented in keeping secrets.

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001 : ERIK LEHNSHERR

name. erik magnus lehnsherr ( alias: magneto )

age. sixty-three ( thirty-eight )

pronouns & gender identity. he/him/his & cis man

sexual & romantic orientation. pansexual & panromantic

species. human ( mutant )

occupation. genetic engineer

ivy cove background. ( trigger warning for inadequate foster care services ) raised in the system, erik had an unstable childhood. despite his reputation as a child prodigy capable of genius-level feats, erik was never able to permanently settle with a family. he had always been aloof and wary of others, but was able to maintain an income and support himself by the age of seventeen. living in fear of developing attachments to others, erik threw himself into his studies. he took great pride in his intelligence, and graduated university with a PhD in biology with a focus on gene therapy in just under eight years of school. erik kept an almost adequate social life, though he was remarkably uninterested in others and not entirely forthcoming about his emotions, often leading to superficial relationships. while erik had been content, though quietly resentful, to live out his days alone and bury his increasingly bitter emotions, things changed after the mayor's death. while many had reported gaining back floods of memories and supernatural abilities, erik's came back to him slowly and in fragments. almost as a spite to him, the memories he regained first were often the most painful. there was an ease that came about as his abilities were reconnected to him, a sense of familiarity that quieted the trauma lurking in his mind. with each new memory, often revealed to him quietly as though it had always been there, his powers grew. just over half of his memories seem to have returned, though some things have yet to make an appearance. memories of family, and his upbringing in judaism, have rocked his sense of identity. these changes, both in himself and others, have pushed erik further in his genetic research. he maintains this outwardly as his distraction, but there is far more brewing underneath the surface.

personality. erik is a tortured genius. he has a one-track mind that leads to an incredibly determined nature, but often this track is one of tragedy and anger. while in his "fake" life, erik achieved great scientific success, his social life and relationships with others were severely lacking. as such, vulnerability and empathy do not come easy to him. he has always been cynical, and bitter, and this is now amplified alongside confusion with the return of his memories and abilities. he is re-experiencing past emotions, ranging from hateful to peaceful to apathetic. his love for mutantkind has returned in waves, resulting in distrust from all others. always a prideful being, erik's growing abilities have only served to increase his self assurance. he is curious as to just how much his powers will grow; if his memories are of any indication, he hasn't reached his full potential by any means. erik is entirely strategic, and while he is emotional and often acts on his emotions, he always thinks through possibilities and outcomes and the best way to proceed. while his cynicism and vengeful nature have never been so apparent to him, his capacity to show compassion and experience contentment has grown exponentially, as well. there is a battle in his head, the desire for peace versus chaos. while his last memories are those of acceptance and peace, to be sprung with all of this at once has been overwhelming, to say the least. he is currently in somewhat of a waiting game as his memories return, and as he views the behaviors and actions of others following their own revelations.

ivy cove powers & abilities. thus far, erik has only regained partial control of his abilities. he does have a heightened sense of electromagnetic auras around him, and a nerfed ability to manipulate magnetic fields. his combat abilities have almost entirely returned, alongside heightened intelligence and proficiency as a tactician. what has come easiest to him thus far, and what he has been rapidly gaining control of, is his ability to manipulate metallic substances. he has noticed that he can even control small animals by manipulating the iron in their blood. erik's understanding of complex machinery and genetic engineering has been amplified drastically. as of now, erik only experiences astral projection in a sleeping state, and only to a limited degree that is often not entirely in his control. the ability to create force fields has been returning slowly, a work in progress, and his powers of flight are currently limited to low altitude levitation. as the days pass by, and more is revealed to him, he can feel the difference in the air and feel the power that he holds coursing through his body.

below are erik's canon inspirations ! they are listed for reference as his memory and powers return. the above information may be altered to reflect current rate of progression and gained memories & powers.

canon background. canon-compliant from x-men "prologue" movies. this erik follows the line from x-men: first class, x-men: days of future past, x-men: apocalypse, and x-men: dark phoenix. he is taken from the end of dark phoenix with elements of comic book canon to fill in some blanks. relationships with other highly relevant comic book characters, including family members, will be on a case-to-case basis. while your muse may have memory of comic!magneto, erik does not possess all of the same memories.

canon powers & abilities. the ability to generate and manipulate magnetic fields, ability to manipulate metal, flight, genius-level intellect, manipulates plate tectonics to de-age (physiologically), skilled tactician, high skills in combat, can create a force field around himself (including creating a bubble around himself to breathe in space), can create traversable wormholes, has limited control over manipulating non-metallic items through force fields, the ability to manipulate iron in the blood of others to control their actions, perceives natural electromagnetic auras given off by living beings, light generation and manipulation, astral projection, electricity absorption and generation, electromagnetic sight & multilingual

missing memories notably include capturing emma frost, being held in the pentagon and escaping, large portions of time following the old trask timeline, the annihilation of the factory workers in poland, his encounter with jean grey in genosha, reuniting with hank following raven's death, and the destruction of his helmet.

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