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“All you get to decide is what to do with the time that is given to you.”

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(Me: exhausted, can’t be bothered to try writing for days at a time

Also me: but what if Ezra was a mermaid tho? 👀)

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(Called off work cuz I feel like shit. Like/Reply for a starter or two from Ian? I haven’t gotten to really write him with anyone yet.)

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(Sorry for going awol. Been exhausted all week. I have D&D tonight, but I should be on later this week? Hopefully?)

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(New muse alert! Sorry, his bio is pretty long, but I’m excited about him! 🥰)

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(I watched like three Johnny Depp movies yesterday and now I want to make a muse with him as the FC…

Movies were Corpse Bride, From Hell, and Sleepy Hollow in order.

I’m thinking either a detective of some sort, or a Frankenstein-esque mad scientist/doctor who just wants to make new friends. Definitely has goth “fun scary” vibes, maybe a bit of Tim Burton influence? Dunno if he’s gonna be on this blog. I could probably put him on a separate blog that I created but never used.)

#🔧 out of spells 🔧 ooc talk #Johnny Depp antis dni #just…just look at him #such vibes!

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(I won’t be on much today, as tonight is my last night in this apartment, and I have to finish packing and do laundry.)

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(…I got vampire au brain worms. Halp. Plz. 😭

But for once I don’t want to do a traditional bloodsucking vampire au, at least not for Ollie. I feel like because of the accident where he got his magic, he could instead turn into an energy or magic draining vampire. Probably energy tbh because that has a lot of fun possibilities as far as what specific types of energy he might need to feed on. Maybe he has to stay out in direct sunlight for as long as possible because he feeds on light and heat, kinda like a plant. Maybe he feeds on electrical energy and has to try really hard not to cause a blackout for the entire neighborhood when he does. Maybe he feeds on kinetic energy and has to move around a lot, or maybe he feeds on potential energy and has to sleep or stand still a lot to retain enough of it? Or maybe he just feeds on life energy from those around him, and has to try really hard to not drain any one person too much? Idk I wanna play around with it more)

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(Ezra’s been loud lately, but I’ll try to get to Ollie’s stuff after I get back from helping my brother pick up his car.)

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(Called into work because stomach issues, and I have…

The Itch.

The itch to write a new random au that’ll probably never get used lol)

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(…I just realized I never opened my inbox…..😑

It’s open now, though!)

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(Everything is set up! Finally! Time for an Ezra picrew spam to celebrate lol)

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V; Main - The boys are the local modern-day wizards for a small West Texas town by the name of Morningstar. They deal with weird shit at least three times a week, some of it supernatural, most of it due to the locals fucking around and finding out.

V; Royal - Oleander is the crown prince of a rather dark kingdom, and is set to inherit the throne from his tyrant of a father, an evil sorcerer who will stop at nothing to gain absolute power. Ezra is Ollie’s magic tutor, a mysterious but kind wizard with more than a few secrets up his sleeves. He makes no effort to hide that he’s a tiefling, as it’s earned him quite a bit of respect in the eyes of the king, but he does hide a tender heart and a plotting mind behind a deceptively youthful face. Oleander is the ruler their kingdom needs, and Ezra intends to prove it.

(More to be added soon!)

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Name: Oleander Ironwood

Alias/Nickname: Ollie

Age: 28

Gender: Cis Male

Sexuality: Grey Ace/Panromantic

Appearance: Blond hair, blue eyes, tall, lean muscular build, big smile.

FC: Lucas Till

Personality: Aloof, a bit odd, has a hard time remembering to take care of himself because he’s too busy taking care of others, friendly, closed off, secretive, tries not to be too judgmental but sometimes fails, sly, supportive, misses certain social cues unless they’re being presented EXTREMELY obviously, highly intelligent, can always tell when someone is lying but usually won’t call them out, wants to see the best in people, deeply traumatized by a past that he insists he’s moved on from, combats his depression by fixing things because it makes him feel useful.

Powers/Abilities: spellcasting (usually revolving around telekinesis, fire/heat, or curse breaking, but he can cast smaller spells of other natures, as well), mechanics and engineering (mostly revolving around any automotive thing with wheels), getting people to open up, free running/parkour, weightlifting, parenting (even though he has no kids and doesn’t plan on having any)

Flaws/Weaknesses: mortality, chronic pain (in his back and feet, from standing in his garage like 75% of the time), constantly putting others before himself.

Nationality: American

Languages: English, rudimentary Spanish, Latin

Education: high school diploma (barely), mechanical apprenticeship

Style: rugged but put together. Leather jackets, flannel shirts, jeans, and biker boots. T-shirts and grease-stained jeans while working in the garage.

Profession: mechanic, wizard, co-owner of Heavenly Fire Tavern & Grill

Family: Wayland Ironwood (father, estranged, possible demigod…?), Harper Daniels (mother, estranged), Rose Ironwood (grandmother), Aster Ironwood (grandfather, deceased)

Backstory: Ollie is a completely different man now than he was growing up. Granted, most people change as they age, but Oleander’s change was radical and rapid. He grew up in Dallas with an intellectual father who worked as a museum curator, teaching him all the while that high intelligence set all Ironwood men above the rest. Ollie took this to heart, excelling in school in all aspects and lording that over his classmates. In short, he became the worst kind of bully: cruel enough to instill fear and cunning enough to get away with it. It didn’t matter. Nothing he did, no award he won, no test he aced was enough to meet his father’s ridiculously high standards. It didn't deter Ollie from trying, but it did create a massive rift between them. His mother was no help, always gallivanting around the globe to find some new rare artifact or manuscript; anywhere but home. The already fragile and crumbling palace they'd shoddily built for themselves came crashing down shortly after Ollie's seventeenth birthday. In a rare heart-to-heart with his father, he discovered that Wayland had developed a rather strange addiction over the past several years: arcana. Magic, in layman's terms.

One artifact that had been in contact with an intersection of leylines for too long had found its way to Wayland's office, and being already somewhat of an occultist, naturally he deigned to study it. Through prolonged exposure, he slowly began to absorb the unstable arcane energy. It wasn't long before he began to feel the side effects of such radiation. He could move things with his mind, summon fire or ice, see things that no mortal man should. The next step was to study these gifts further, learn actual spells and rituals, and absorb enough power to fuel them, but his practice soon became an addiction. Enough was never enough. Wayland refused sleep and most food in favor of wine and ancient tomes, slowly drifting further and further into madness. The night he finally told Oleander was to be his proudest moment, the night that he finally unveiled his newfound greatness for the whole world to see. Instead, in an explosion of arcane chaos, he disappeared from the facility he'd built on the banks of the Trinity River, destroying it in the process and nearly killing his only son.

It was only after his distraught mother moved him out of town that Ollie discovered the lingering aura of magic that had clung to his body, keeping him alive long enough for paramedics to find him before deciding that it liked him enough to stick around. He tried to ignore it. Swore that he would not be seduced by it as his father was. Continued on with the normal-ass life he had decided to live with his normal-ass grandparents in their normal-ass small West Texas town. Buried himself in his normal-ass studies so that he could graduate with the other hundred or so normal-ass seniors at his new normal-ass high school. He even took a few different shop classes, having always been interested in mechanics and automotive engineering but never allowed to explore it; his father had declared such menial labor to be beneath him. It wasn't the easiest thing in the world for him to learn, but that only made Oleander that much more determined to conquer it. It even brought him closer to his grandparents, both of whom were mechanics at the Ironwood Garage. When his mother left again to pursue another grand adventure, he was devastated, but unsurprised. He pushed through, as always. The confident intellectual facade came back, though he resolved to be far more helpful and less of an ass than he had in the past, doing everything he could to atone. Those who struggled in subjects where he excelled were met with kindness instead of insult. Bullies were dealt with in rather creative ways, but still shown compassion and understanding. He soon found via tutoring and later on during an apprenticeship at the garage that he genuinely liked helping others. Solving problems came easily to him.

It was only natural that he would inherit the garage at twenty, when his grandfather died. Ollie dealt with that grief the same way he did with every other loss he'd experienced; he locked it away and threw himself into keeping busy. Helping his grandmother, running the garage, planning the funeral, taking his grandfather's place in the Chamber of Commerce...it was all a big distraction from the growing hole in his heart. In fact, the Chamber of Commerce became his first clue that Morningstar, Texas was not as normal a town as he'd previously believed. The magic that had lain dormant in his system for over three years thrummed just under his skin as soon as he entered City Hall for the his first biweekly meeting. He saw things that he logically knew he shouldn't. Horns and a tail here, a pair of iridescent wings there, shadows slinking in corners, sparks dancing around lights, all of which was gone in the blink of an eye. Things only got weirder from there. Ezra Cagney, the owner and proprietor of the Heavenly Fire Tavern & Grill, was an odd fellow, but by and large the most welcoming; he made sure Oleander was properly introduced to the rest of the Chamber. Everything that came afterward was a chain reaction of weird that no one could possibly have been prepared for.

A tentative acquaintanceship quickly culminated in Ezra pounding frantically on their door in the middle of the night, badly burned and convinced that someone was trying to kill him, which then turned into the bartender unloading every secret he’d been holding in while Grandma Rose patched him. Ezra was ageless, functionally immortal (aside from an adverse reaction to holy water and blessed weapons), and cursed by the devil he’d sweet-talked into giving him magic. And he was asking for help evading his own murder. Begging, practically. Oleander couldn’t tell him no.

They worked together to vanquish the cult of so-called monster hunters, with Ezra helping Ollie to hone and expertly control his arcane talents along the way. It was easier to accept now that he knew he wasn’t alone. Their partnership extended into business, as well, as Ollie agreed to renew the contract his grandfather had signed for co-ownership of the tavern, and it paved the way for brand new adventures along the way. After nearly a decade, they’ve become dear friends and the town’s resident wizards. Some problems need a mechanical solution; others require a more magical touch.

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Name: Ezra Cagney

Age: eternally 22 (actually from some sort of age of arcane prevalence, so who knows what his age is!)

Gender: Cis Male

Sexuality: Gay

Race: Tiefling (formerly human)

Appearance: fluffy red/ginger hair, hazel/yellow eyes, freckles, pretty face, slim build, dark red horns and tail hidden by a glamour.

Voice: light low tenor, has gotten good at mimicking a Texan accent; he could be mistaken for a native if not for the slight Irish lilt that comes out every so often. Most people just assume that the Texan accent is his natural one, and that the Irish one is just the nervous tick of a theater kid. He has a fair singing voice, though he usually only shows it off after a few drinks at karaoke night. His go-to songs are usually either punk rock or southern rock, occasionally classic rock, folk, or country.

FC: Trevor Stines

Personality: Charming, sweet, lonely, helpful, peacekeeper, honestly trying his best, seems shady at first but he’s really not, anxious and hiding it, seems confident but is actually awkward as all heaven and hell, loves a good stupid/ironic joke, dramatic as fuck, just charismatic enough to out-talk a devil without totally losing his shit, highly intelligent and nerdy, very intuitive, a bit of a show-off.

Powers/Abilities: functional immortality, fire magic, fire resistance, glamour, expert mixologist, alchemist, potion brewer.

Flaws/Weaknesses: hubris, holy water, extreme cold, binding contracts, lavender (he’s allergic, breaks out in hives), nearsighted

Nationality: ….American (for now), Irish (originally)

Languages: Too many to count

Education: An insanely long lifetime of various studies.

Style: dapper yet casual. Usually wears a black button down shirt, red vest, and black slacks. Red tie or jeweled bolo if he’s going to a meeting or event of any kind. He often dresses up for theme nights at the tavern, though he always manages to look as classy as possible. Wears black rectangular glasses, and a silver ring in each ear.

Profession: bartender (current), alchemist (former, recently started again), wizard (former, still dabbles), co-owner of the Heavenly Fire Tavern & Grill.

Family: long gone, unless found family counts

Backstory: Ezra has been in Morningstar for at least a couple of decades, probably closer to three. It’s both a haven and a prison for him, though far more so the former. He’d spent centuries on the run, doing whatever good deeds he could along the way, but when he finally found a small town that seemed to be just as weird as he was, he jumped at the chance to settle down for a while. It wasn’t easy. Between the prickly locals and the deal that he’d made for immortality, which he was nearly in breach of, Ezra quickly became overwhelmed. He bounced back, though, opening a tavern with the help of a friendly local mechanic through which he could continue his eternity of servitude in peace. Until, of course, he figured out that he could no longer leave Morningstar. The contract between him and the mechanic had accidentally bound him to remain in town for as long as it remained in effect, and while that did have its drawbacks, he honestly didn’t mind. The devil he’d (mostly) outsmarted so long ago could hardly reach him, and he had a safe place to call home where no one minded the fact that he never aged. Things were great! Aside from the local Chamber of Commerce being mostly full of catty and conniving assholes, Ezra could finally take it easy. Twenty years of peace. Twenty years of finally feeling like he could belong, of having a friend who felt more like a brother, and of prospering like he never had before.

When the old mechanic died, it shattered Ezra to his core. He didn’t open up the tavern for nearly a week, and only left his home to attend the funeral, where he met the mechanic’s grandson, Oleander, formally for the first time. He put on a brave face, much like the one the boy and his widowed grandmother wore, kept his introductions brief, and paid his respects. After the funeral, Ezra’s life became a little more bearable; he reopened the tavern and went about his days as he usually would, though he dreaded the next CoC meeting. It would be quite lonely and anxiety inducing to try and keep the peace on his own. When it finally rolled around Ez was a nervous wreck, but he was pleasantly shocked to see that Ollie had showed up in his grandfather’s stead.

Good.

They needed to talk if Oleander had truly inherited both family businesses, and the meeting would be a good icebreaker. He hoped. Ezra was quick to lay on the charm, introducing Ollie to the other members and trying his best to keep the wolves at bay. Despite his efforts, Ollie remained leery of him and the rest of the Chamber. It took longer than he’d hoped to earn just a little bit of the boy’s trust, even that was only gained because Ezra became a target for attempted murder and came to Ollie for help. He would never forget the look on the boy’s face upon seeing the fresh holy water burns, or the conversation they had as Grandma Rose patched him up.

Their friendship was soon forged in chaos and mutual aid, as they came together to root out and defeat the so-called monster hunters, and solidified when Ollie agreed to renew his grandfather’s contract for co-ownership of the tavern. It wasn’t long before the pair became well known for their arcane prowess. Townsfolk began coming to them for spells and potions, wards and talismans. It was practically something out of a fantasy novel, as if Ezra’s life hadn’t reflected one before.

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(….tell me how I fleshed out one of the background characters before I even finished writing Ollie’s backstory AND got brainrot for said background character….😑

Anyway, his name is Ezra Cagney, he’s an immortal devil-bound warlock bartender who honestly is just trying his best, and he’s gonna be on here too because I can’t not write him now.)

#🔧 out of spells 🔧 ooc talk #adventures in character building #I legit already have a gallery of picrews of this guy #he went from ‘this ginger motherfucker who I can’t think of a name for’ to poor meow meow #…. I have issues okay?