#verse: demon hunter boden

[little-earthquakes-rp]

The anticipation hit a fevered pitch by the time they walked through the door. Boden stood just a few feet behind Ely staying close enough to be of use if needed. The smell in the room was so much he regretted not picking up Vicks beforehand. At least he came with an empty stomach. The demon lord looked more like a beautiful vampire, but he knew it was all for show.

Per their previous discussion, he was to handle things in the peripheral, or in case things got sticky with the demon lord. Ideally, she was going to go in there and blast his ass before he knew whatever hit him, but the moment Ely touched his hand shit went south fast.

He barely made out what he growled, but picked up Panhellenios, and filed it away. Knowing he'd heard the name before.

A sharped pitched cackle from his left caught his attention, and he found a lower demon generating a fireball which just missed the hunter when he dodged out of the way. Normally, he'd just fuck around with them and wear them down, but he needed to keep an eye on Ely.

Moving off to the side so he could try to keep the demon lord and his friend in front of him he unsheathed a large blade. The knife looked rather mundane, but the handle held all the power. A small blue topaz embedded in silver sat in the hilt of weapon which had been charmed. The blade was gifted from the order he'd been excommunicated from. When rumours circulated they were about to come down on him for working with Dani he buried the blade in a friends yard so they couldn't remove it from him.

The blade was almost useless on a demon lord, but on lower level demons like the garden variety in front of him, so much as nik would paralyse their powers long enough for him to take their heads.

Which is exactly what he did first, with the 'fireball' bastard. The most superficial nik to the demons arm left him magically immobilized. The hunter knew his best bet was to wound the other as well, and instantly reached around burying it in their chest to the hilt. Boden raised a large boot to kick the demon as he yanked out the blade launching the demon in the air several yards away. By then 'fireball' had jumped on his on his back, and seemed to be attempting to pry off Boden's head.

He wasn't close to a match for the gifted strength of the hunter who immediately grabbed him by the neck and plucked him over the top of himself, slamming his body on the floor with such force the vibration could be felt thought-out the room. Boden immediately bent down and took the head off in a clean sweep leaving its eyes with a forever startled gaze as it rolled away.

Electricity filled the room leaving him distracted as he looked over to Ely who was going toe to toe with the demon lord. The temperature began to rise leaving Boden uncomfortable. Spotting the other lower level demon heading for the door he gave chase. He needed to control the situation. If it got out it there was a possibility it would go for help. The last thing they needed was a convergence of demons filing in.

The demon lost his head as he clung to the door knob.

As he turned around he caught his friend in all her beautiful glory. Fire singed the back wall as two twin blades glowed from the erupted flames. The scene was absolutely surreal as he made his way over. Within feet he shouted over the chaos, "Tell me what you need from me darlin'." There was no way in hell he was walking out of here without her.

Elysia Panhellenios was a living, breathing target for demons. While their extensive magic prevented detection, word had gone out in the supernatural world that the Panhellenios family possessed the powers of heavenly lightning and flames, blessed by Zeus himself. Accordingly, they had the ability to eradicate even the most powerful demons from existence. Ever since that time, many centuries ago, the Panhellenios were hunted by demons. They'd learned to keep their appearances shifting and their identities a secret.

Her family name was well known and almost mythological among the supernatural community.

However, it did become lonely. Isolating. Elysia couldn't really stay in one place for too long...or make friends, or engage in any real attachments because anyone around her who knew her secret was a risk. Or AT risk.

She couldn't help the smirk that curved her lips when Boden reacted to her touch. If they were anywhere else, she'd want to see just how far that blush of his ran. But alas, the responsible man that he was, he stopped her in her tracks, taking a hold of both her wrists.

"Hmm, sounds like an excuse to hide the fact that you're attracted. Dunno any other magic users who react to me that way," she replied. However, their conversation was cut short by the arrival of a demon, who, with her sugary words, offered to take them upstairs to their host. Elysia couldn't wait to fry them all.

There was a downside to having so much power and strength. When Elysia used her heavenly fire or lightning, she was usually rendered immobile for a few minutes. Hence... in case this didn't work out, she needed backup to maximize her chances of survival. A few minutes could be the difference between life and death.

They were led up the stairs and into a vast room, the stench of demonic energy causing her to almost gag. Her eyes watered a bit and she managed to keep her composure in tact.

They'd rehearsed this. She was going to go and shake the host's hand and do some "magic" upon contact. The magic was her heavenly lightning and flames. Not that Boden would know the particulars of her abilities; she had kept it brief. If that did not work, all hell was going to break loose in the room and they'd need to fight it out.

This was a high level demon lord... and the demonic energy was phenomenal in the room. Elysia casually strolled up and extended her hand out to the host, the demon lord himself. "Hi there, I'm Vanessa," the lie about her name was easy. She mentally checked to ensure all her mental shields were up, and that all their glamour was in tact.

The demon lord, disguised as an attractive, ethereal man, extended his hand out, smirking at her with his red-tinted eyes, though at the first touch of her hand, he reeled back. Snatching his hand back, he glowered at her. "Panhellenios," he growled.

Ah well, shit was going to hit the fan after all.

[boden-severin-blog]

Closed Starter // @thecharmedmechanic

Entering the room with Aiden on his arm felt right. It was as if they were given a cosmic do-over on a missed opportunity. Navigating to the gymnasium was like second nature despite not having stepped foot in the place since graduation. Everything looked pretty much the same except for some random former classmates. Familiar with many there was a few which Boden couldn’t place at all. He did his best make small talk with others but was far more interested in Aiden. Still, he smiled and reminisced whenever someone approached, but his eyes seem to shift back to the woman at his side. Excusing himself for a moment he lefter her a table with some old friends

Boden had just grabbed them some drinks and was on his way back when he stopped in his tracks. Edgar had walked in and knew at the moment any chance of them having a good time was ruined. Giving the other man a hard stare he walked back to the table and politely cut into the conversation. Leaning down facing away from the table and others he whispered in her ear, “I’m sorry to say but looks like Edgar is here–and brought a date.” 

[little-earthquakes-rp]

Bio & Verses

Verse: Demon Hunter  OC Name: Boden Severin Age: 36 Occupation: Demon hunter by night & drug counselor by day Location: New Orleans, LA 

By the time Boden was an adolescent he had slipped into foster care and was a ward of the state. His childhood had been anything but easy; which made for an angry teenager. Petty theft and assault already made its way into his juvenile record and by the time he was twelve he was deemed unplaceable by social services, and pushed out to a group home outside the city limits.  Being out in a county-like setting seemed like a punishment, but after spending a few weeks at the boy's homes he realized not everything was as it seemed. 

Little did he know he was scouted by an ancient order of demon hunters. The next several years were spent training in combat, ritual, and investigation. Deciding to dedicate himself to the order he was a faithful foot soldier for the cause just shy of fifteen years. During a treacherous crusade, he befriended a witch in order track a particularly heinous demon. It was with her assistance they were able to eradicate it. Once the order received word that he worked alongside a supernatural creature he was banished from the legion. 

Dark days passed as he tried to find his footing now that the order disowned him; which had been the only family he’d ever known. Lost without a cause he began to dabble in drugs and found himself on the other wrong side of the law again. It was then his witch resurfaced, and in disbelief, that he’d fallen into such a state she placed an enchantment on him.  He now has increased strength five-fold and the ability to heal ten times faster than your typical human. The only catch was that he needed to reacquaint himself with demon hunting. Leaving behind the dark days he threw himself back into his work  

Still driven by the need to hunt demons, he does it alone; mostly anyway. Unlike before he’s not beholden to the strict structure or rule system of the Legion. He weaves in and out of the supernatural communities without qualms and has befriended many. It’s not to say he hasn’t developed enemies either. During his off times, he likes to counsel former addicts as it helps him fight his own urges as well. While most would say he’s a bit rough around the edges once he opens up he is all heart.  

Wanted Connection: his witch

[little-earthquakes-rp]

❤️💖💜 💗: Boden from Harper

Given their past, it’s safe to say those sentiments are shared. Let’s see who admits to them being rekindled first. Like those feelings ever left at all. Well, at least not for Boden. 

[boden-severin-blog]

‘Who’s got you smiling?’ continued from here: 

The moment the rose hue swept over her pale skin he regretted asking.  He knew that look: the whimsical smile with a slow blush. Apparently, he caught her mid admiration of someone when he had been expecting some sardonic witty remark to come tumbling out of her mouth. Not really comfortable with the idea of even opening up a conversation about the topic, he did his best to navigate it. “ Well whoever this no one is better be worth your time...and that smile.”

[boden-severin-blog]

Lori squeaked before running to hide.

“What the...” if the hunter didn’t have two years of sobriety under his belt he could have easily blamed the sudden appearance of a tiny person on a drug-induced hallucination; however, neither his eyes or his ears deceived him. Going down to his knees he searched through the perfectly manicured grass as he muttered, “Where ya going little fellow?”  

[boden-severin-blog]

Bio & Verses

Verse: Demon Hunter  OC Name: Boden Severin Age: 36 Occupation: Demon hunter by night & drug counselor by day Location: New Orleans, LA 

By the time Boden was an adolescent he had slipped into foster care and was a ward of the state. His childhood had been anything but easy; which made for an angry teenager. Petty theft and assault already made its way into his juvenile record and by the time he was twelve he was deemed unplaceable by social services, and pushed out to a group home outside the city limits.  Being out in a country like setting seemed like a punishment, but after a spending, a few weeks at the boy's homes her realized not everything was as it seemed. 

Little did he know he was scouted by an ancient order of demon hunters. The next several years were spent training in combat, ritual, and investigation. Deciding to dedicate himself to the order he was a faithful foot soldier for the cause just shy of fifteen years. During a treacherous crusade, he befriended a witch in order track a particularly heinous demon. It was with her assistance they were able to eradicate it. Once the order received word that he worked alongside a supernatural creature he was banished from the legion. 

Dark days passed as he flared about trying to find his footing now that the order disowned him; which had been the only family he’d ever known. Lost with out a cause he began to dabble in drugs and found himself on the other wrong side of the law again. It was then his witch resurfaced, and in disbelief, that he’d fallen into such a state placed an enchantment on him.  He now has increased strength five-fold and ability to heal ten times faster than your typical human.The only catch being he needed to reacquaint himself with demon hunting. Leaving behind the dark days he threw himself back into his work  

Still driven by the need to hunt demons he goes at it alone; mostly anyways. Unlike before he’s not beholden to strict structure or rule system of the Legion. He weaves in and out of the supernatural communities without qualms and has befriended many. It’s not to say he hasn’t developed enemies either. During his off times, he likes to counsel former addicts as it helps him fight his own urges as well. While most would say he’s a bit rough around the edges once he opens up he is all heart.  

Wanted Connection: his witch