Posted: Jul 18 2015, 05:16 PM
May 3rd 1992
Zane Mathis was born to Criminology Professor and Author Henry Mathis and his wife Sofia who owned her own small restaurant selling baked goods and some of Louisiana's famous cuisine. He had a fairly pleasant upbringing spending much of his younger years attached to his mother's apron strings so to speak as he spent a lot of his time in her seeing as both his parents worked long hours. Zane didn't mind this growing up though; the place always smelled amazing and his mother would let him help including being the taster which by far was Zane's favorite part.
Spending his time there he'd grown to feel a strong sense of community; he grew up in the restaurant around all these people who regularly frequented his mother's restaurant and between that and seeing everyone weekly at the church service he got to know them and they'd become his somewhat extended family.
When Zane got a bit older and started accumulating more homework his mother worried that the restaurant was too distracting for the boy to concentrate and so she and his father had decided to pay Camille O'Connell to watch over him. Zane liked Cami because she'd often bring her twin brother Sean along with her and though the boy was four years older then Zane the two got a long well often playing video games or soccer when he'd come over.
But in two thousand and five disaster struck New Orleans as Hurricane Katrina destroyed the city; killing both of Zane's parents. Being thirteen at the time Zane had been home alone while his parents had gone to make sure the restaurant was secure not wanting it to be damaged in the storm but the levees broke and the city flooded the high waters levels lasting for weeks after the storm. Zane remembered the water rising and climbing up to the roof tops to keep from getting caught up in it. Zane wasn't sure how long he stayed up on that roof top; he just remembered having to curl up, closing his eyes he'd used his arm to cover his head to block out what surrounded him.
Eventually Zane was rescued; due to shock he couldn't bring himself to speak and due to the chaos that surrounded the nation after this tragedy he was placed into the foster care system in Atlanta Georgia as his parents had yet to be located and due to a lack of racecourses it was some time before they found his next of kin. A year to be exact and Zane held the record of nine foster homes; mad at the world he'd felt cheated and often acted out causing the foster parents to send him back to the agency.
He was fourteen and had been living at the same foster home for three months now; longest time in one place. He wasn't sure why; he supposed he was just tired of bouncing around; it wasn't like staying in a group home was any better and every time he ran they eventually caught up with him. So why not? He'd thought but it seemed like not everyone in the house was to keen on him staying. The Andrews had a son one that much reminded Zane of Dudley from the Harry Potter novels he acted entitled and would often torment him trying to set him up; and though the Andrews didn't lock Zane in the closet they were most defiantly blind to their spawn of Satan and often catered to him brushing off Zane's claims.
Zane solution was to simply avoid the asshat; the Andrews weren't overly stricked about his comings and going so he mostly stayed out hanging out with some friends he'd made at school and when he came home he recluses to his room. This seemed to work for awhile until one day Dudley or rather Eric cornered Zane behind the shed as he'd snuck out for a joint. Zane tried to get by him but Eric wasn't having it pushing Zane back into the fence; he kept on him and when he brought up his parents something snapped inside of Zane and everything suddenly faded away until there was only darkness.
When Zane came too there was chaos around him; Eric was screaming and so were his parents. Zane couldn't understand what happened Eric was bleeding and the fence somehow had caught fire. This was the first time Zane had shown signs of powers; both his parents had been witches (Though not tied to the New Orleans Ancestries magic) and though Zane knew this had never shown signs before; at least not that he could remember.
Needless to say the police were called and though they couldn't exactly explain what had transpired to the officers he was charged with assault and put into juvie. To his surprise after two weeks to his estranged Aunt Lydia the foster system had apparently located her a week after he'd been put in and she'd gone ahead and made the arrangments to get him out and take him back to Califorina where she lived.
His Aunt Lydia was his father's older sister by two years she was unmarried and worked as a fashion designer in Sana Cruz. Though she wasn't exactly maternal Lydia did encourage Zane's magic leading him to practice expression; unlike some covens Lydia and his parents hadn't seen it as dark in this world they saw it as the only responsable magic to practice. Expression came from ones will; tied into ones emotions if it could be controlled then their was almost nothing they couldn't do. She taught him to use it as an extension of himself only to be used against others in times of self-defense; giving him the history and fate of those who had become consumed by the magic.
For the next few years Zane would learn magic from his Aunt Lydia while also attending and finishing High School; during the summers he spent most of his time at the beach with some of the friends he'd made surfing or hanging out at the Boardwalk. Once old enough he got a job at the amusement park that sat oceanfront on the boardwalk saving over the years until he had enough to buy his first car. After Graduation Zane's Aunt sent him to Europe as a graduation gift and though she'd sent him with some money he'd insisted on wanting to back pack returning in the late summer to prepare for College.
Before Zane left his Aunt had suprised him by giving him his inheriantents; it seemed his father's books had made a decent amout of money and though it wasn't an overwhelming amount was still collecting as books continued to sell over the years and Zane now held the rights to them. The courts had advise she wait until he turned twenty one but ulitmatly had left it up to her.
Zane returned to New Orleans for College missing the French Quarter; though much had changed as the wolves had been cursed and sent out of town and the witches afraid to practice as Marcel had grown in power since Zane had been a child. Paying for college Zane spent the next four years earning his Bachalor Degree; while he worked as a bartender at a local pub around the French Quarters. When the owner decided to sell the place Zane made him an offer and the old man had accepted; Zane had always wanted his own place; yerning for that sense of comunity he had; had as a child.
When Zane met Vie he had still been in college living above the pub he now owned; she and a group of kids had gotten in a scrap just outside his place when he stepped in to help he managed to run off the other other kids. But still being in fight or flight mode when Zane went to offer the girl a hand he'd recieved a right hook to the face.
He honestly didn't know what he'd been thinking when he'd offered the girl to crash but she was young and alone; and very very angry. He supposed he saw some of himself in her and he felt as though he needed to take responability for this girl to show her that there were people in this world that one could depend on.
Zane graduated with his Bachalor Degree when he turned twenty one and he was starting to re-establish some roots here in town. While Marcel and his Vampires were a bit of a hassle from time to time the two seemed to have an understanding when it came to Zane. His magic wasn't like most of the witches in the Quarter and while one might have thought he should have made a play for power Zane was happy to be left to run his bar and practice in peace.
When Zane traveled to New Orleans to help out a witch who was struggling with her magic Zane had taken Vie with him. Though he hadn't ever brought it up to here there had been some problems with Marcel after she had arrived; being a werewolf despite not being apart of the cresent clan Marcel saw her as a threat and it had caused the two to clash a few times. Once ending in the death of one of his scrappy little night walkers that had been stalking Vie one night as she headed to the pub on her own; he'd one out front to meet her so he could close up behind her when he'd seen him. Sending Vie inside a fight had broke out between him and the vampire and Zane had to put him down; not wanting to worry about her while he was away he'd been fairly insistant.
Zane rented a place there in the small town for the two of them and Zane spent the better part of a year or so living in two worlds. One that he shared with Vie who'd easly grown to be his closest friend and the other with the Witch as she struggled to keep herself together; having got into something she couldn't quiet handle before her magic was out of control and she was at risk of being consumed by it.
During their time there something unexpected happened; Vie's cousin Asher Thane had found her apparently sent by the family to come and collect her; the family that had abondoned her as a young child leaving her with her Grandmother. Zane felt fiercly protective of Vie and made his view of Asher's plan for a family reunion very clear. The situation causing conflict with his ability to control his magic as his emotions seemed to be all over the place; spread thin as he tried to councle the witch while staying ontop of the Asher situation not having much trust in the guy. But in the end Vie chose to go to New York with Asher and Zane had no say in it.
Soon after he returned to New Orleans his pub having been destroyed before by the weird storms had had accured seemingly out of no where. So he'd put his focus on finding another place; finding a prime location in the French Quarter area. While it seemed a bit shabby out front it was the large vault that stood at the end of the hallways where the bathrooms were located that had sold him; the place had been a speak easy back in the say and behind the vault was an increadably large open space about the size of a small wearhouse complete with a bar. That right there sold him and he went on his way this time thinking bigger; while he'd run the front pub open to public the back would be for the supernatural; a place one could merely be themselves.
About a month into it Zane started to notice Vie's lack of presents while she'd kept in touch a little at first the calls had thinned out and eventually her phone had been disconnected. He'd looked up her father's home number but the woman who answered kept insisting that Vie wasn't there and hanging up on him. Finally having enough of the radio silence and going a bit crazy inside his own head he decided to venture to New York. Though he hadn't the slightest on how to find Vie he did know how to get ahold of someone who could possibly help; Abigail Horwits her name was all over the news lately and he remembered meeting her when Asher had brought her along to try and convince Vie to go; which honestly she hadn't done a very good job of which he had apperciated.
Once he had an adresses he tracked her down only it seemed like finding the place and getting to the front door were two different things entirely; he'd spent the better part of three days trying to get around the goon of vampires her father kept around. Eventually Vie's step mother got involved and she brought him up on some trumped up charges claiming he was stalking the family. He sat in jail for the better part of the week; though he was fairly sure she'd paided them to hold him. Once released he had to make himself return home; while he desperatly wanted to go another round with Cruella Deville he had things going on at home; money tied up in a project he couldn't just ignore.
Zane had the entire living space upstairs converted to be a fairly spacious living area; french doors off the back and converting the roof top that stood over the speakeasy portion into somewhat a deck space; this was finished by the time he'd returned having given the lead a key to the place as there wasn't much he could nik if he so chose. But the place had turned out great and within a few months the front half of the pub and kitchen had become funtional and Zane opened his doors wanting to build himself a customer base.
While the back had more of your typical tavern feel behind the vault the place was a bit more bohemian done up in shades of red. The vault door enchanted so that a human could not open it leading one to believe that the door was merely a prop; if one happened to wonder down the hall at the wrong time they would forget what they had seen once the vault closed. To take things a step further Zane cast a spell over his establishment that kept humans and the supernatural alike from commiting any acts of violence once inside. With the towns history and the current chaos that had ensued since the arrival of the Original family Zane wanted to make sure he felt safe in his own space and that others could find sanctuary if they needed it.
Recently Vie showed up out of the blue and though they've had some what a rocky reunion the two can't seem to shake eachother. In a sense they needed to be in one anothers lives and so of course Zane had offered to let her stay indefinatly and she's been helping him prepare to open the speakeasy side of the club.
((See Abigail For Sample))
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