Post by Bailey Smith on Sept 4, 2020 11:28:21 GMT -5
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Bailey Jackson Smith |
Age
19
Group Species
Human (Warlock)
Gender
Male
Alignment
Good
Features
Blonde Hair | Blue Eyes | Clean | 5’8” | 140 lbs. | Toned Body
Personality
Quiet | Smart | Respectful | Pushover | Gullible/Naive
Likes
Academics | Reading | Libraries | Cooking | Witchcraft
Dislikes
P.E. | Crowded Areas | Vampires/Demons | Rudeness | Alcohol
Strengths
-Intelligent
-Demonology
-Witchcraft
-Minor Abilities (Telekinesis | Telepathy)
-Demonology
-Witchcraft
-Minor Abilities (Telekinesis | Telepathy)
Weaknesses
-Athleticism
-Close Combat
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History
Bailey Smith. Son of Angelica and Richard Smith. To be more specific, the son of a witch and a drunk. When his father wasn’t out at the bars, he was passed out on the couch or working. Angelica seemed like a saint to Bailey. She was always taking care of him and shielding him from the stupidity of his father’s barbaric nature. She always believed in him and pushed him to strive for his ambitions. Unfortunately, masks always fall at some point. What seemed to be the perfect mother was a riddled witch of flaws. Angelica was a junkie for magic. Using spells and herbs to lose herself in highs, it got ugly. Eventually, Angelica was spending her time out in town with a few of her witch friends and Richard wouldn’t even wake up when she came stumbling through the house, eyes black as night.
Bailey grew up afraid of most things. He’d spent every hour of the day either at school or in the library. He didn’t want to be home and there was nowhere else to go for him. He hated magic and he hated alcohol. One thing he could never bring himself to hate was his parents though. Deep down, they loved him and he knew that. His biggest regret was not being able to hear it one last time. On a Saturday night, Angelica had taken Bailey out for an ice cream trip. It was sort of her way of apologizing for the way she’d been acting. It didn’t fix everything, but it was a start. She was trying to clean up her act. When they were alone on the streets, they were stopped by a man. He was tall and sickly. He asked the for help. Before either of them could speak, the man lunged at Angelica and knocked her down. Her magic was useless, too drained from all she had been through. The man sunk his teeth into her neck, draining the blood from her body. A pool formed on the ground around her limp body. Bailey watched his mother die before his very eyes.
The vampire turned to him when he finished Angelica off. Bailey was terrified. He had nowhere to run. He couldn’t fight. He knew he was going to die. He wished he would’ve. The vampire just smirked and ran away. Why? Did he know something Bailey didn’t? Was he just trying to make him suffer by living with what happened? Bailey couldn’t make heads or tails of it. Could’ve been because the pool of blood had made its way to Bailey’s shoes. A tear fell from his eye. He fell backwards and covered his mouth, holding back the sobs and cries of anger and pain.
You could say that that was the worst day Bailey had ever lived through. A son watching his mother die before his very eyes and being forced to live through it. Bailey did. He lived. He learned. He grew. Almost always silent and in the background, Bailey did the one thing he never thought he’d do. He took up magic. Learning witchcraft and demonology, he never wanted to go through anything like that again. Seeing how the magic changed his mother and made her weak, Bailey promised it would never come to that. He learned only what was necessary. During school he focused on his education. Outside of school, he focused on the craft. The process drained Bailey, but he was fully capable of doing both. After graduating, he left for college, leaving his father to fend for himself. Not like he really needed Bailey around anyways. Bailey moved to Cleveland to attend school for biochemistry. When one book ends, another begins. Hopefully this book has a happier ending.
Bailey grew up afraid of most things. He’d spent every hour of the day either at school or in the library. He didn’t want to be home and there was nowhere else to go for him. He hated magic and he hated alcohol. One thing he could never bring himself to hate was his parents though. Deep down, they loved him and he knew that. His biggest regret was not being able to hear it one last time. On a Saturday night, Angelica had taken Bailey out for an ice cream trip. It was sort of her way of apologizing for the way she’d been acting. It didn’t fix everything, but it was a start. She was trying to clean up her act. When they were alone on the streets, they were stopped by a man. He was tall and sickly. He asked the for help. Before either of them could speak, the man lunged at Angelica and knocked her down. Her magic was useless, too drained from all she had been through. The man sunk his teeth into her neck, draining the blood from her body. A pool formed on the ground around her limp body. Bailey watched his mother die before his very eyes.
The vampire turned to him when he finished Angelica off. Bailey was terrified. He had nowhere to run. He couldn’t fight. He knew he was going to die. He wished he would’ve. The vampire just smirked and ran away. Why? Did he know something Bailey didn’t? Was he just trying to make him suffer by living with what happened? Bailey couldn’t make heads or tails of it. Could’ve been because the pool of blood had made its way to Bailey’s shoes. A tear fell from his eye. He fell backwards and covered his mouth, holding back the sobs and cries of anger and pain.
You could say that that was the worst day Bailey had ever lived through. A son watching his mother die before his very eyes and being forced to live through it. Bailey did. He lived. He learned. He grew. Almost always silent and in the background, Bailey did the one thing he never thought he’d do. He took up magic. Learning witchcraft and demonology, he never wanted to go through anything like that again. Seeing how the magic changed his mother and made her weak, Bailey promised it would never come to that. He learned only what was necessary. During school he focused on his education. Outside of school, he focused on the craft. The process drained Bailey, but he was fully capable of doing both. After graduating, he left for college, leaving his father to fend for himself. Not like he really needed Bailey around anyways. Bailey moved to Cleveland to attend school for biochemistry. When one book ends, another begins. Hopefully this book has a happier ending.
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RP Sample
The air was frigid and cold. Bailey couldn’t control his shivering as he sat hidden behind a wall. His breathing was heavy from a mixture of fear and running. “Come out, come out wherever you are.” He heard the man sing. “You don’t have to be afraid. I just wanna play.” His hysterical laughter sent chills down Bailey’s spine. The footsteps echoed through the long hallways. Each step sounded closer and closer. Bailey’s heart pounded out of his chest, intensifying his breathing more.
“There you are!” The vampire jumped out in front of him.
Bailey screamed in terror and stumbled to his feet, running the other direction as fast as he could. Unfortunately for him, vampires were a bit faster. He turned the corner. Bailey felt something grab around his wrist and jerk him backwards. “No!” he tried yelling, being pulled into the chest of the one thing he was trying to escape.
“Aww, come on. Am I really that ugly?” He laughed hysterically again. “Because my mommy always told me I was a handsome boy!” His tone became aggressive. Seemed as if he was done playing around. “Tell me I’m pretty.”
“Please let me go.” Bailey begged, almost at a whisper.
The vampire gripped him harder. “That doesn’t sound like pretty.” He smiled gruesomely.
Bailey took a deep breath and swallowed hard. “You’re very pretty.”
“See? Was that so hard? Now, stand still so I don’t make a mess. Wouldn’t wanna get blood all over my pretty face.”
At this point, Bailey entire body was trembling in fear. From the energy he had left, he mustered everything he could and spoke quickly, “Enemies, fly and fall. Circling arms raise a wall.” With a shove into the vampire’s chest, a bubble of mystical energy expelled from his hands and separated Bailey from the vampire’s grip. Just in time.
“Hey.” The vampire slammed his palm into the barrier. “Hey!” He did it again with both hands. “That’s cheating! You didn’t say you were a warlock!” He was extremely irritated with this new information.
“You never asked.” Bailey sighed in relief. Leaving the barrier up for as long as it could, it gave Bailey just enough time to escape. Leaving the school grounds, he lived to see another day. “I shouldn’t have cut it that close.” He dabbed the drops of blood from his neck. “Just barely got away.”
“There you are!” The vampire jumped out in front of him.
Bailey screamed in terror and stumbled to his feet, running the other direction as fast as he could. Unfortunately for him, vampires were a bit faster. He turned the corner. Bailey felt something grab around his wrist and jerk him backwards. “No!” he tried yelling, being pulled into the chest of the one thing he was trying to escape.
“Aww, come on. Am I really that ugly?” He laughed hysterically again. “Because my mommy always told me I was a handsome boy!” His tone became aggressive. Seemed as if he was done playing around. “Tell me I’m pretty.”
“Please let me go.” Bailey begged, almost at a whisper.
The vampire gripped him harder. “That doesn’t sound like pretty.” He smiled gruesomely.
Bailey took a deep breath and swallowed hard. “You’re very pretty.”
“See? Was that so hard? Now, stand still so I don’t make a mess. Wouldn’t wanna get blood all over my pretty face.”
At this point, Bailey entire body was trembling in fear. From the energy he had left, he mustered everything he could and spoke quickly, “Enemies, fly and fall. Circling arms raise a wall.” With a shove into the vampire’s chest, a bubble of mystical energy expelled from his hands and separated Bailey from the vampire’s grip. Just in time.
“Hey.” The vampire slammed his palm into the barrier. “Hey!” He did it again with both hands. “That’s cheating! You didn’t say you were a warlock!” He was extremely irritated with this new information.
“You never asked.” Bailey sighed in relief. Leaving the barrier up for as long as it could, it gave Bailey just enough time to escape. Leaving the school grounds, he lived to see another day. “I shouldn’t have cut it that close.” He dabbed the drops of blood from his neck. “Just barely got away.”