Posted: Jul 13 2016, 01:31 PM
Strix, Wolves, College
Weston was born in New York to a family of witches that had traditionally been employed by the society of wolves that ran the town. His family were one of the original witch families to make a deal with the wolves, coming having no money to their name and no status. The wolf families took them in, and with one freedom came another enslavement. It was a choice of which was better, and working for the wolves was better. As time went on each member of the family had a choice to sign with the wolves and lend their services, but it was much less choice than expectation. West’s family were proficient in expression, learning from a young age how to control the magic so not to give into it, having special after school lessons that took hours from the age of five on. On top of that, they, like most families, had a particular skill they were good at. Long ago their family, before immigrating to America, had needed to have protection from both the spiritual realm and the physical, and as such they had become extremely skilled when it came to spells of that nature. In doing so they lacked an advanced ability for warfare, but they seldom found they needed it.
West rebelled against his family nature at a young age. Often times, when they were home alone, he would be dealt punishments or sent to bed without dinner for his talk against the wolves. If it was possible for a young child to hate them, he did. In his mind they were superior, so why would they serve them? It didn’t make sense to him. When he was eighteen he was given an out, one that he took readily. It was not the most common thing for a vampire to approach a known family as his in this town on the streets, his family may not have been one of the wolves but their connection made them a tier below. The way the wolves ran this town didn’t allow for it, unless you openly sought them or were in one of the bars that were geared towards mingling. The action drew his curiosity, especially when the vampire was friendly. Hearing her out, West readily agreed to the position that was proposed, seeing it as his way to escape the wolves grasp. Be a liaison for the Strix. An associate, work for them. He agreed, and she told him they would contact him as needed.
He did a few things for them throughout the years, but it was not the out he had hoped. He was still being trained to sign a contract he did not want for the wolves and as time went on it was getting harder to avoid signing it. College was his last way out, as often times it could put off the contract as being a witch for them was a full time job. West enrolled in psychology classes, with a lack of intent to finish the degree.
It was there he met the wolf that would change his mind. He’d been at a party when he spied a girl dancing on the tables without a shirt on. Perhaps it shouldn’t have been his first thought, but he was thrown by how gorgeous she was. The second thought was she was about to take herself out by hitting her head on the fan hanging from the ceiling. He managed to get her down before she could do that, also taking a moment to use his magic to break every cell phone that had been recording her. Apparently this hadn’t been her first go with the type of magic, because she slurred something about him being like a person named Zane before promptly passing out. He’d taken her to his apartment, not sure where to actually take her. In the morning she’d come to and the embarrassment had been almost adorable, as she explained she didn’t normally get that bad. She introduced herself, and he was torn when he learned she was a Thane. The very wolves he had no desire to work for. He realized then, that she must be Viktor’s daughter, the one that practically appeared out of thin air that no one had known about. He was torn.
And yet, he kept coming back. Eventually the two became friends, more than friends in his mind as they shared a bed. He learned of her nightmares after sharing her bed more than a few nights and crafted her a ring to protect against them. It would null them out and the nightmares wouldn’t be able to enter her mind. It was one of those spells his family had perfected, and to date he knew of no other family that could do it. He was less than thrilled at the fact that she shared her affections with others, but he didn’t push her away for fear he would lose her. She became like his drug, and he her willing addict.
He found himself signing the contract with her family, something she encouraged him repeatedly not to do as he had spoken of his hatred for it. But he knew if he did he could keep her safe, he could be with her. And then, as quickly as she came, she disappeared. She told him through texts there were things in Louisiana she had to clear up, and he assumed it would be a short visit. He hadn’t expected her to be gone as long as she was, and even less to find out that she was with another man in New Orleans after he had practically begged her to be with him. He hadn’t even found out through her, instead he found out through Thomas, someone who was much less his friend then hers. West had rough spots with Thomas, and things from there with him only progressed worse.
It was Viktor who had told him Vie was pregnant, and after a fiasco in New Orleans he had become at odds with her in a fit of anger and jealous. The moment he’d asked for the ring he hadn’t expected her to hand it over, not the ring he had given her to keep the nightmares away. In no way did he expect to have her hand it to him, and when she had he had no idea what to do. When he left he regretted not handing it back to her, with every step he took he was unsure how to fix the situation. When he returned back to New York, he kept it with him trying to figure out the best way to get it back to her. It appeared fate would once again be stepping in, as he received a call from a person he had not heard from in a long time. They needed him, the Strix were picking up a calling card he had forgotten they even had on him. He had sworn allegiance, and they were sending him to the place he least expected at this moment in his life. New Orleans.
See Niklaus Mikaelson, Violetta Thane, Asher Thane, Stela, or Ellie Dudley
Britt .Banana Boat
What we call our destiny is truly our character and that character can be altered. The knowledge that we are responsible for our actions and attitudes does not need to be discouraging, because it also means that we are free to change this destiny. One is not in bondage to the past, which has shaped our feelings, to race, inheritance, background. All this can be altered if we have the courage to examine how it formed us. We can alter the chemistry provided we have the courage to dissect the elements.
Posted: Jul 13 2016, 03:08 PM
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