One x One discussion

So what are you thinking? I really like high fantasy and medieval type RP's, but sci-fi could also be fun! Would you want to do characters with a strong friendship or develop a romance?

The ideas that I’ve really been enjoying are:

Tom Holland x OC
Spider-Man/Peter Parker x OC
George Weasley x OC
Best Friends Romance
Steve Harrington x OC
Joe Keery x OC

What do you mean by OC? I’m embarrassed, I should know that

Original Character! You’re fine!

So are you looking to use Tom Holland as the face of a character or Tom Holland IS the character?

He is the character. For example,

My OC could be casted as a new Marvel character in Infinity War (or something) and then her and Tom could meet and grow close and eventually fall in love.

Would you be willing to explore an OCxOC?

Sure!

Awesome! So would you want to do a sci-fi world?

Could we do realistic? I don’t really like to do a sci-fi

I thought you might want to create a character with superpowers, but I’m down for realistic! Do you want to do modern day? Or we could try Victorian era, or prohibition 1920’s/30’s? Spies in the 1940’s? Maybe we could try a western? Romance could be fun

Modern day romance. Sorry I’m so boring hahaha

ACTUALLY what if we did modern day wizard/witch romance

Ok! We should define the parameters for magic. Is a witch or wizard being born a happenstance occurrence? Is it inherited or bestowed or simply found on its own? Are there other mythic creatures roaming around like vampires, mermaids, werewolves, fairies (that would be cool if they ran into such creatures from time to time) What are the lengths magic can go to? Woooo! Maybe magic could come from deeply rooted magic in a select few cultures like Gaelic, Chinese, Native American (or something)

Found on its own. And we should definitely have mermaids and fairies roaming around. Maybe it’s like illegal-ish to be a wizard so they have to be very secretive about it.

Almost like the drama of the Salem Witch Trials.

Wooo I like it! Maybe there’s a secret council of what average joes would consider “conspiracy theorists” but who are actually looking to take down the magical community because they think witches and wizards can become too powerful and take over the world (so they think they’re performing a community service or something) so the magical community has to hide!

Ooh I love that! Ah, I’m excited now!

So do you want to do a romance for friendship or two friends who find their own romances?

Romance for friendship

Romance?

Yes romance sorry

Great! That’s what I was hoping you would say, I’d love to do an MxF, and I don’t care which one I play

I would like to be the female please

Perfect! Do you want to post a profile?

Yes! How detailed/basic shall I make it?

((I just copied and pasted this from another forum, you don't have to answer all of them, just whatever you feel is relevant, I'll fill it out too))
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Full Name: Alison Marie Evans
Gender: Female
Age: Twenty-three [23]

Birthday: September 6th, 1994
Relationship Status: Single

Skin Tone: White, slightly tanned
Height: 5’5.5”
Weight: 150 lbs
Eyes: Blue
Hair color: Brown
Hair Length: Long, mid-back
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https://i.pinimg.com/736x/1e/a2/93/1e...

Personality: Alison is one of the sweetest girls one could ever meet. Her smile always lights up the room and she goes out of her way to make sure that people are happy and feeling comfortable. She can always be found helping charities, and just making the world a better place. She believes that everyone has some good in their heart, and she works to bring that good out of everyone

Special Skills: Witch
Hobbies: Binge-watching Netflix, reading, singing, playing the ukulele
Interests: Traveling, exploring, hiking, running, animals
Dislikes: People who chew with their mouth open, mean people
Fears: Storms, death
Disadvantages/Weaknesses: Suffers from anxiety and insomnia

Family:
Melinda Rose Evans, mother, deceased
Michael Adam Evans, father, deceased
Emily Anne Evans, sister, deceased
Jonathan Blake Evans, brother, deceased
Accent: English
Occupation: Current surgical resident (in-training to become a trauma surgeon)
Residency: Manchester, England

Full Name: David St. Paul Anders
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Birthday: April 17, 1993
Relationship Status: Single

Skin Tone: Golden
Height: 6’0 ft
Weight: 163 lbs
Eyes: Sage Green
Hair color: Mousy Brown
Hair Length: Shoulder
Birthmarks/scars/tattoos: He is littered with tattoos, gets a new one almost twice a year
Faceclaim/pictures/gifs: ((I really didn’t want to use Harry Styles, but I really couldn’t find anyone else who had the look of what I was going for. So just imagine a Harry Styles type ;) ))





History: David’s mother was quite alone in the world when her son was born, but she loved him more than life itself. They lived a very poor life, but their little family was strong enough to overcome adversity. David was 15 when he became interested in photography. He bought a polaroid with his hard earned money, and spent time taking pictures on the streets of New York. It was around that time that he wandered into an old Celtic shop. With no one around he started looking at the forbidden artifacts when one ruin in particular seemed to be calling him. Upon touching its ancient words, it burned an insignia on his left wrist, his first tattoo, and he felt filled with immense power. Unaware of how to cope with his abilities, he nearly destroyed the shop before the witch, Magna, who owned it subdued him. Through some tests she was able to determine that he had inherited magic from the witches of old, and explained to him how he would have a hard life ahead of him because of it. She became David’s mentor of sorts, teaching him in the ways of the supernatural, understanding his abilities, and the respect magic is due. Though Magna warned him against it, David told his mother of his newfound wizardom, and she accepted it without hesitation. David thrived on learning from Magna for a year, and she became like a grandmother to him. When he was sixteen, his world shattered his mother was diagnosed with brain cancer. It didn’t take long for the illness to take her, and Magna became David’s legal guardian. When turned 18, he made a living off of his pictures, and took to traveling, leaving Magna in New York. When David was 20, he fell in love with Ella, and waited a year to tell her of his inbound magic. She panicked and called off relationship. Magna demanded he erase her memory as no human was allowed to know of the existence of magic. He obeyed, and watched as the woman he loved lose all trace of him.
He traveled to Santa Barbara and had his first run in with the Medici, the witch hunters. They captured him and gave him some cuts and bruises, but before they had a chance to do any real damage, he escaped, and made his way back to New York. Magna explained who they were, and the terror they were raising within the magical community. They were everywhere, and sought out magic users of all ages. Rumors have even surfaced that they found a way to extract the magic from within someone and destroy it…

Personality: David is a very stoic young man. He likes keeping to himself, and finds peace in his photography. He is still bitter and very much in pain over the loss of his mother and Ella. He thinks being alone will spare him pain. But he is kind, just in small and quite personal ways; if you weren’t looking, you might think he never did anything for someone else, but it’s not true. He just doesn’t seek glory.

Special Skills: Photographer and artist. He is quite adept at levitating objects, charms, and hexes.
Interests: History, traveling, reading
Habits: He touches his mouth and chin while contemplating
Dislikes: The Medici, having difficulty learning a new spell, the desert.
Fears: Losing his magic, drowning
Disadvantages/Weaknesses: Can be a little too blase, lazy, and insensitive.

Family:
Annabelle (Annie) Anders, mother, deceased
Father, unknown
Magna, adopted grandmother

Accent: American
Occupation: Freelance photographer
Belongings: Keeps a handful of books on magic with him wherever he goes. A picture of him and his mother, a picture of Magna. His camera and developing equipment. He wears a number of powerful rings that he’s picked up here and there.
Residency(ies): Studio apartment in Liverpool, England
Current Location: Manchester, England

ayeeee harry styles <3 wanna start us off?

David starred up at the buildings of Manchester. Passerbys might have thought him a tourist, but he had to keep a keen eye for the right light and angle. He liked Manchester. It seemed quieter than Liverpool, and so far it had afforded him some good pictures. He had to deliver a portfolio to Juniper Calendars by the end of the month to receive his check.
It was nearing the end of evening, and the setting sun was casting brilliant light on the buildings. He held the viewfinder up to his eye and focused the lens before snapping the photo. The camera clicked, and he felt he had enough options to send to his employers.
He decided the train ride back to Liverpool wasn’t worth the 40 minutes and rented the cheapest room he could find. Dinner was light, some type of cheese and processed meat from a deli. After he scoured through the photos he had taken that day and found the best of the bunch, he reclined against the extraordinarily uncomfortable mattress and began to think, some obscure French artist singing to him from his phone.
His efforts to learn more about the magic that had rooted itself so deeply in his veins, had been useless so far. He may or may not have used an enchantment to get the CEO of Juniper Calendars to feel an urgent need to send him to Europe to photograph anything and everything for the latest edition. He knew it was dishonest, but it was, after all, a win-win situation. He would get fresh material for the company, and he would get a paid trip to do research on Gaelic magic. Though he was beginning to doubt it had been a good idea. All the books he had found were the equivalent to cheap children’s novels, sold to satisfy the curiosities of conspiracy theorists trying to prove the legitimacy of the magical arts. As for David, he was beginning to worry that he had learned all there was to know about his abilities, and that was unsettling. Magna had given up trying to teach him years ago. In fact, he wouldn’t be surprised if his skills and knowledge surpassed hers. He practiced magic far more often than she did. His most recent spell was a tricky memory extractant.
The girl he’d been seeing was named Kelley. He liked Kelley. If he had let it go on any longer, he bet he could have developed real feelings for her. But it had taken him three months to realize that, and he would never develop real feelings for someone again without them knowing of his magic. Otherwise, he would be hurt all over again, just like with Ella. Ella. Kelley. The others he had flirted with in between. A jolt of anger shot through him and he caught himself resenting the secret that had pushed them all away. They either were terrified of him, or thought he was crazy, and it would always end the same: with a complex spell that would steal their memories of him.
David sat up and looked at his hands. The power that was stored behind them was incredible, and though he couldn’t find any new teachings to help him better understand it, he still knew it was strong, and dangerous.
He suddenly felt the urge to get out. Despite the fatigue that plagued him from the day of work, he felt restless, and desired to walk under the stars.
The night was pleasantly cool, and nightlife minimum. He didn’t really know where he was going, but it felt right to be out. He stopped in a bar and sipped at a beer while listening to the local talent play. Again he looked at his hands, taking notice of the rings they held. Each was imbued with magic, to help him control and harness his abilities. He was suddenly struck with the idea of looking around the libraries for any books on jewelry that may be of magical significance. Everything he had researched so far had to do with spells or ancient magic, and this was a new direction he had yet to pursue. He got up from the stool against the bar and set off to find the nearest library when an man unexpectedly backed into him.
“Oh! I’m sorry mate!” He bellowed, having split a drop or two of his beer on David.
“Quite alright, no harm done.” David gave a small smile and tried again for the door .
“Aye, lemme buy ya a beer! Least I can do. Ernie!” he called out to the bartender “Get my friend ‘ere a… What you drinking mate?” he asked. The library beckoned him closer, but he supposed the books would still be there in the morning, and this loud fellow seemed nice enough.
“Guinness.” David conceded. He shouted David’s order to Ernie, and soon a Guinness draught came sliding toward him.
“So yer American?” asked the man, slurring his words slightly, “Can tell from that accent.” David smiled at the man, and told him about how he was in Europe for business. Tom, as David learned his name was, talked with David for hours after that. Every time they would finish a story, Tom seemed so impressed that he would buy David another drink. David didn’t protest. The idea of going back to his bleak room seemed incredibly dull. By the time midnight rolled around David was thoroughly hammered, but he had managed to have a good time. Something he hadn’t expected when leaving the motel.
“Did you hear about the latest attack in Egypt?” Tom asked, lazily motioning to the television overhead that displayed the news. David said nothing, feeling pity for the victims. “Is a crazy world out there.” Tom nodded profusely.
“At this point, I doubt much would surprise me.” David lifted the last swig of beer to his lips.
“Don’t be so sure!” Tom nudged him. “There are a great many surprising things floatin’ around that the average person has no idea of. For instance, how many people in here, do you reckon, know that magic is real?”
David’s eyes shot to Tom. Tom’s eyes were completely sober, the look on his face was subdued anger mixed with disgust. David’s heart sank, knowing immediately his surprise at Tom’s comment had given him away. His head spun with the alcohol, realizing that Tom had inebriated him specifically for this moment. David tried to back up out of the stool he was on, but Tom’s fist shot into David’s thigh, a syringe piercing his skin and shooting some unknown liquid into his system.
“You know, my mum was killed by a wizard, and no one would believe me. To everyone, I was some crazy little boy who didn’t know what was good for him.” Tom whispered hotly in David’s ear. The drug Tom had administered was fast acting, and David’s room began to spin even faster, if that were possible. “Let’s go.” Tom said, pulling David’s arm around his shoulders. “No, he’s alright! Just one too many, we’re gonna walk it off!” Tom called to the onlookers.
David could hardly stand, his heart racing with fear. He couldn’t use magic, there were too many pedestrians, and he was too incapacitated to fight back. Tom guided David down alleys and deserted streets, pulling David harder every time he tried to resist. Eventually, David was thrown against a brick wall.
“We’ve been tracking you since California, you know that?” spited an unfamiliar voice. Figures lurked out from the shadows. “Since our incompetent associates lost you, we have developed an obscene amount of effort to finding you, and I’d say tonight it’s finally going to pay off, wouldn’t you boys?” There was a resounding cheer before a fist crashed into David’s jaw, sending him right into the asphalt. David’s head exploded in pain. He tried pushing himself up, but a foot knocked the wind from his gut, and he gasped for air instead. It continued on like this, David writhing, trying to find the voice to call for help, the Medici toying with their target. When David was about to pass out from the pain, his tormentors stopped. It was a good thing too, since he was certain he was a few kicks away from a collapsed lung.
“That’s enough. Ivan needs him strong enough to perform the operation.” David didn’t know what “the operation” was, but given the identity of his captors, he had a pretty good idea, and it wasn’t to put his organs back in place. The fear of losing his magic prodded him into action. While the group of four men debated on how to move him, David focused his weak thoughts and centered his energy. Power filled his battered chest, and he sent out a pulse of energy, a distress call, a magical beacon that asked anyone for help. It wouldn’t appear magical to any non-magical entity, but rather the hair would stand up on the back of their neck, or a chill course down their spine, and they would be filled with a need to walk in his direction. If they found him they could get help. But it would only be a matter of time before the men realized what he was doing, and by then, it could be too late.

Alison exited the hospital, still wearing her scrubs as her clothes had gotten dirty from a pretty severe car crash victim. She stopped walking briefly as she bent over and tied her hair up into a messy bun on top of her head. Continuing to walk, she felt her stomach growl with hunger and it was then that she had realized that she hadn’t eaten in almost 15 hours. It had been one of her longer shifts, and she had been stuck in a long surgery.
As she neared her loft, she suddenly saw the magical beacon. “Shit,” She muttered quietly and hurried over to it, going as quickly as she could. As she sped over, she devised a plan in her head as to how she would save whoever the wizard was. She bit her lip and took a deep breath, turning the corner into to see Tom and David, a frown appearing upon her face as she played her little game.
“D-Do either of you lads have some food?” She stammered out, playing the innocent card extremely easily. “I-I’m just so starved. I’ve been stuck in the hospital for the past 48 hours without anything to eat.” She murmured, looking at Tom with wide and desperate eyes.
As Tom tried his best to shoo her away and continue on with David, Alison knew it was time to act. “Please sir.” She murmured. Now! She thought to herself. Alison suddenly sneezed. However, the sneeze was only a cover up. As she sneezed, she shot a stunning spell over at Tom, quickly knocking him out. “Sorry,” She whispered to Tom’s body, feeling guilty like she always did. She wasn’t one to harm people. She then ran over to David and picked him up. “Alright, you’re going to need to help me out here.” She grunted softly.
Alison lifted David up and helped him onto his feet. “Come to my loft with me. I’ll get you fixed up.” She murmured quietly. “But we need to hurry before others find us.” She explained, looking around as her heart raced. She wrapped an arm around David’s shoulders and led him down the street, thankful that they were close to home. She turned the corner and entered the apartment building, also glad that her loft was only on the third floor.
When they finally reached her loft, Alison took out her key and opened the door, bringing him to the couch immediately. “Stay.” She ordered softly, going back over to the door and locking the multiple locks. She then closed her eyes and casted a few protection spells on the loft to ensure their safety.
She then walked into the kitchen, grabbing waters for each of them. Alison followed the water up with her first aid kit, walking over to the couch. “How’d they find you? Because I know you weren’t stupid enough to give yourself away.” She tilted her head as she spoke to him, her thick English accent rolling off her tongue beautifully.

((sorry that my post is only like half the length of yours :( i’ve never written posts this long before but i’m up for the challenge!))

((Don’t worry about it! I think mine was so long because I wanted to establish a lot, and I have a little problem with being concise…))

Fear still pumped through David’s veins as he was pulled from the ground. Sending out the beacon had taken his last bit of energy, and he might as well have been unconscious as he was dragged from the alley. Flashes of memory came back to him as he opened one eye to a darkened room. The right eye was swollen shut and pulsed with pain. His head spun with dizziness and pain. Countless other areas of his body screamed, and even the slightest movement revealed a new injury.
He swallowed, tracing a sharp line down his parched throat. He turned his head to see a girl slumped in a comfy chair and breathing quietly as she dreamed. His confusion was nearly palpable, but he vaguely remembered talking with her.
“How’d they find you? Because I know you weren’t stupid enough to give yourself away.” she had said. He had tried to reply ‘I don’t know’, but it had only come out as a groan.
“Okay, maybe later.” She soothed, pulling a suture kit up to his forehead. He fell in and out of consciousness after that, waking up to see her tired eyes focusing on a different part of his injured body. Now, it was nearing seven in the morning, and the pretty girl who had patched him up was sleeping soundly not ten feet away. Though his head was in a daze, he tried to think of what to do. He might be able to leave without her noticing, but he didn’t see what good that would do. He didn’t feel that she was a threat, and what he really wanted to do was thank her for saving him. She didn’t know he had magic; he hadn’t performed any last night apart from the beacon, and that had been cloaked to non-magical eyes, so she couldn’t have seen it. He decided he would thank her and leave her to her life. He didn’t like staying around normal people for too long. He was always likely to get attached, then felt that he was lying to them about his abilities. He had ruined so many friendships and relationships because of it. And it wasn’t like he could tell her about being a wizard, Magna had always been strict about telling non-magical people about that, it could get her into trouble. Plus, it really hurt when they thought he was crazy.
A dreadfully annoying alarm clock sounded, filling the apartment space with err, err, err, err, err, err. The young woman jolted out of the chair she slept in, and ran over to the night stand that held the screeching clock.
“Sorry! I’m sorry!” she sang, pulling the plug on it. “That was still set to go off from yesterday to wake me for my shift.” She spoke softly, clearly hoping David had woken up from it. Technically, he hadn’t. She looked timidly at him as if to see if he were awake. When she saw he was, she hovered over him, her brown locks falling gracefully around her face.
“How are you feeling?” she asked, putting her fingers against his forehead. He swallowed again before answering.
“Like shit.” He whispered. She chuckled.
“No fever, so that’s a good start. Here, sip some water.” She grabbed a plastic bottle and unscrewed it, lifting it gingerly to his split lip. The water was lukewarm but refreshing and he drank half the bottle before she pulled it away. She observed her handiwork on his forehead, probably looking for any puss or signs of infection.
David gently took her arm. “What’s your name?” He whispered again, not able to get the hoarseness out of his throat.
“Alison.” She matched his whisper.
“David.” He replied, before his eyelids became too heavy to bear and he slipped back into sleep.
“David.” Alison repeated.

As David drifted off to sleep, Alison knelt down next to him, delicately changing his bandages. Every move she made was extremely delicate and gentle so that he could stay asleep while she worked on him. She smiled softly, feeling bad for him. He was quite an attractive man, but she knew what could happen if she trusted a stranger. It could end up being just like her past relationship. Domestic abuse. She was still haunted with visions of it, despite her prescribed medicine to help against the nightmares.
She finished changing his medicinal creams and bandages, staying next to him for a moment. Alison pressed a very light kiss to his forehead and smoothed his hair back before standing up, going into the kitchen to prepare some food. “Oh, I can only hope you’re just like me.” She murmured to herself as she pulled a few items out of the fridge and pantry.
As Alison cooked, she checked the time, debating whether or not to call in sick to work. She needed to so she could keep an eye on a David. She sighed softly and grabbed the phone, running a hand through her soft hair as she spoke quietly. “Hi, yes, Dr. Adams? I’m so sorry but I’m not going to be able to make it in today. I’ve got bad food poisoning. Mhm, okay, thank you sir, have a nice day.” She murmured and hung up, checking back on the food.
She yawned softly, still tired. Honestly, she just wanted to sleep all day. Alison could tomorrow, seeing as it was the weekend and she finally had the weekend off. She finished cooking and dished up the food, dishing David up a plate and setting it in the microwave to keep it warm. She kept her plate on the counter and disappeared into her bedroom. She returned a few moments later, having changed into a pair of pajama shorts and a jumper, her hair now tied up into a ponytail.
She grabbed her plate and sat back down in the comfortable chair across from David, eating quietly. Every now and then, she’d check up on him. She couldn’t tell herself why she felt that she had to care about him, because she didn’t know. Alison just felt that he was special, and technically speaking, she had saved his life. She finished up with her food and cleaned up before curling back up in the chair just as David awoke. “Morning, sleepyhead.” She teased softly, her warm smile reappearing on her face.

David’s eyes opened to what he assumed was the mid-morning sun. His right eye had reduced in size dramatically since he last tried to open it. Whatever his caretaker was giving him, it was working.
“Morning, sleepyhead.” she said perched in her chair, a steaming mug in her hand and wearing a more comfortable set of clothes. Despite himself, she looked pretty cute.
“Morning.” David mumbled, cautious not to reopen his split lip. He sat up, the feeling in his chest comparable to that of being hit by a train. He found moving made it difficult to breath, so he rested easy, trying to calm his heart rate which had spiked in response to the pain.
“I know you’re probably not feeling up to it, but you need to eat something.” Alison stood and walked to the small kitchen. She pulled a plate from the microwave and set it before David on the coffee table, promptly retrieving a water bottle to serve with it. The plate held a mess of scrambled eggs, two sausage links, and half a slice of toast. “I have bananas if you’d like one.” Alison added nonchalantly and moved back to her chair.
David stared at her in amazement. She knew nothing about him yet had patched him up, and was now trying to feed him?
“Listen, I’m really grateful you helped me out last night, I can pay you for your trouble, but this isn’t necessary. I really should be getting back, I rented a room that has all my-”
“You can save the speech until after you’ve eaten.” Alison smiled brightly and sipped at her mug. “And you’ve drank all that water. I can still smell the booze on you which means you’re dehydrated. You’ll feel better once you’ve had breakfast.” She stated matter of factly. She pulled the mug to her lips again and stared at him with determination. He doubted she would let him leave until he’d obeyed. He might have smiled if his lip hadn’t protested. He reached slowly for the plate, and began eating.
The food did not sit well with his tender stomach, but he knew it was good for him. His head was throbbing from a hangover, among other things, and the water made him feel replenished. When he finished he looked at Alison again.
“Why didn’t you just call the cops? Let them handle me? Why go to all this trouble? I could have been dangerous, yet you let me into your home.” David shook his head, marveling at her.
“Are you dangerous?” Alison raised her eyebrows. David took a moment to think. He didn’t want to scare her, but he also felt he couldn’t lie to her.
“Yes.” He put it simply. She pondered this, looking at him inquisitively.
“Yet somehow, I’m not afraid.” Her dazzling smile played on her lips and he knew he was in danger of becoming quite fond of this woman. “I’ve taken the day off of work. You’re going to need to get those muscles moving to avoid prolonged healing. Lucky for you, I have experience in physical therapy so we can take a walk or-”
“Why are you doing this?” David asked, his voice turning serious.

“Why are you doing this?” David asked her, looking over at her.
Alison bit her lip as she sat up in her chair, taking a swig of her water. “Because I know you’re a wizard. I saw the beacon.” She explained softly. “And before you freak out, I’m a wizard too.” She added in, knowing that it was essential information to inform him that she was just like him.
“People like us have to watch out for each other and keep each other safe. The world we live in is extremely dangerous and our lives are at risk every time we step outside of our front door. Even when we are in our own home, we are still at risk of being caught.” Alison murmured, her eyebrows furrowed as a frown appeared on her delicate, little face.
“It’s messed up and it’s definitely not fair. So when I see someone like me that’s in the situation that you were in last night, I know that I have no choice but to help them. Even if they weren’t a wizard, I’d still help them. I’m a surgical resident. I get paid to help people live. It’s what I love to do because I believe that no matter how terrible someone may be, everyone still has a little bit of love, deep down, and no one deserves to die. Well, unless you’re a rapist or a child molester because that’s just fucking disgusting.” She commented softly, a blush forming on her cheeks as she just rambled on and on, giving way too long of an answer to his question.

David’s heart stopped briefly as Alison spoke. He drew in a sharp breath as she admitted to knowing his secret. “And before you freak out, I’m a wizard too.” she quickly added. David froze. Alison continued, talking about her passion for helping others, but he was still captivated by those four sweet words. I’m a wizard too.
How could he have missed it? He had met four other wizards in his life, one of them being Magna, and each time he could sense that there was magic within, but Alison seemed like any other human. He looked on her with a completely different perspective, and he didn’t know where to begin with his questions. She let the silence hang, waiting for his response to her spiel.
“Please say something.” Alison looked a little embarrassed and bit her lip. David stared at her wide-eyed. A hateful thought occurred to him, that she was really a member to a different sector of the Medici, and admitting his power to her would be like signing his death warrant.
“You say you’re wizard. Prove it.” David challenged. He breathed heavily, fear creeping down his chest as Alison just sat comfortably in her chair. She looked hurt by the implication, but only for a brief moment before her face went neutral, and her eyes locked onto his. It was the first time he’d noticed what a rich shade of brown they were. But then his head turned dizzy and his eyesight twitched as if he was looking down a tunnel yet close up all at once. It felt like air pressure was puffed into his ears, messing with his equilibrium. There was a brief blackout all around him, before he opened his eyes to an eternal galaxy of stars. He and Alison were amid the cosmos, floating in a never ending sea of brilliance. Purple waves of stardust stretched out in light years, billions of celestial lights waving at him, and far off planets and satellites circling in their orbs.
David stood to take it all in, wanting to look everywhere at once. The vastness that completely engulfed him was almost overwhelming. He spun around, every direction holding a different view of outer space, then back again to see Alison’s soft smile as she watched his dumbfounded expression.
“Of course, it’s just an apparition. We’re still in my living room. But it’s one of my favorites.” She gazed over her shoulder at the glittering radiance, and despite her pj’s and coffee mug that she still held, she looked quite natural among the stars. “Is that enough proof for you?” She looked back and him and cocked her head. David looked at her with admiration. He had never seen magic create something so unique and pure. He gave her a nod and the cosmos began to fade like water thrown over a painting, until the objects of Alison’s living room started to take form again. Moments later, Alison was back in her chair, and David realized the illusion had distracted him from his pain enough that he had stood from the couch to get a better view of the stars. His physical condition was improving, but given the sight he just encountered and being in the presence of another wizard, he hardly cared.
“Beautiful.” He said, looking back to her. She gave a curt nod as if to say ‘thank you’. “Where did you learn to do something like that? Where did you get your abilities?” David said, easy himself back down into the couch.

“Well, I’m pretty much self-taught for the most part.” She murmured, her cheeks flushed as she rubbed the back of her neck. “And if I’m being honest, I have no idea how I got my magic. It just like showed up one day. Maybe I was born with it. I don’t know, but I want to know.” Alison explained lightly, sipping her coffee. “You see, I’ve been on my own most of my life....just an independent girl in an independent world.” She murmured and sunk into her chair, feeling that she needed to stop rambling.
“Oh, uh, I’m Alison....by the way.” She then told him, realizing that she had never introduced herself. “And you are?” She then asked him, raising an eyebrow and tilting her head slightly as she waited for an answer.
“David,” He said simply.
She nodded gently and set her coffee cup down next to the chair before she wrapped her arms around her petite body. “It’s nice to meet you, David. I can see you’re American, so what brings you to Manchester?” She asked gently, truly curious as to why he was here.

((Just a reminder :3))

David shifted in his chair, trying to determine what was relevant information. “Well I came to England for–” there was a knock at the door. David and Alison’s eyes shot up to the white door that had interrupted him.
“Are you expecting someone?” David whispered, tensing. Alison just shook her head, wide-eyed.
“Get behind the sofa.” Alison swatted her hand, standing cautiously from her chair. “Just a minute!” she shouted in a perky voice. David obeyed and snuck back behind the couch, his heartbeat quickening. David peeked over the cushions to see Alison swoop her hands in an arch, a blue shudder melting over her door, deactivating a protection spell. He dipped back down, quieting his breaths. The door opened, and Alison’s voice was so charming, he would have believe the conversation that followed.
“Hi!” she said, David imagined she bounced her hair back and forth as she said it.
“Good morning ma’am, I’m Inspector Jean Alvour. We’ve had reports of an escaped convict in the area, but I don’t want you to worry, we have a task force dedicated to finding him. I just wanted to ask if you had seen anything or anyone unusual last night?” a man asked.
“Oh wow. A convict? Is he like a rapist? Should I get a gun?” Alison fretted, significantly dumbing down her voice.
“No ma’am that won’t be necessary.” Alvour stressed, but Alison kept going.
“My aunt lives in a neighborhood with a lot of convicts, she’s been mugged twice! Oh gosh. What if I get mugged!” Alison’s breathing increased as she spoke.
“Ma’am we just need to know if you’ve seen anything suspicious. The man in question has shoulder-length hair, has a great many tattoos, is about six foot, one hundred and sixty pounds. If you see anything, please give me a call.” He finished, likely handing her a contact card. The hair on David’s neck stood as he was described. So the Medici had infiltrated the police force, and putting up significant resources to find him. But, why was he so special?
“Absolutely, yes! Maybe I’ll get a taser. Could you issue me a taser?” Alison asked.
“Good morning ma’am.” Alvour bid, a quiver of annoyance in his voice.
“Okay. Bye.” Alison sounded disappointed, like she had more questions to ask. The door slammed shut and David stood from his hiding place.
Alison’s face simply reading child’s play. “You know, I really hope you’re not a crime lord on the run and that was a real inspector that’s just doing his civic duty.” She tossed the card the man gave her into the trash.
“I need to get back to my hotel.” David went up to the peephole in the door, hoping to catch a glimpse of Alvour.
“Give them a call and tell them to extend the the stay of the room.” Alison said a bit more seriously.
“I can’t leave everything out in the open. All of my research and work over the past year are there. If they can track it down that will all be lost.” David was nearly panting, looking around for his shoes before painfully lacing them up. Part of it was a lie, while there was research, more importantly it held evidence that could lead back to Magna or Ella, or even the few wizards he had met on his travels.
“David, I don’t know if it’s a good idea to leave right now. You heard yourself, they’re on the hunt for you. You’ll be caught!” Alison urged.
David braced against the pain as he moved, determined to save his work. “I’ll just have to use magic to disguise myself as best as I can. Look, I can’t thank you enough for all you’ve done for me, but I have to do this.” He walked toward the door as he spoke, but Alison’s hand collided with his chest.
“There are too many of them. Have you forgotten how easily you fell into their snares last night?” Alison’s voice had turned hard and determined, like all her hard work was about to be wasted.
He didn’t blame her, and before he could even think about what he was saying, the words were spilling out of his mouth, “Then come with me.”

Alison swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded. “Okay, yeah, I’ll come. Just let me pack my bag.” She told him softly and walked into her bedroom. She changed into a pair of leggings, a hoodie, and some running shoes before she packed some essential items into a backpack.
She pulled the backpack on, leaving her hair down and pulling a baseball cap on with some sunglasses. “Uh, here.” She handed him the glasses to help him stay somewhat hidden. “We need to keep you hidden. I’ve saved you once and I don’t really want to do it again.” She explained lightly, sighing as she looked up at him. “It’s not because I don’t like you, it’s just that I don’t want to see you in danger again.”
She had tucked her scrubs into her backpack as well, seeing as she couldn’t just not show up to work. “Let’s go.” She told him and opened her door, peering her head out before she stepped into the hall. When no one was around, she cast a protection spell on the apartment in case anyone tried to disturb it. “So, uh, where exactly are we going?” She asked him, looking up at him as they went into the stairwell, heading down to the streets. She had a few plans in her head in case anyone tried to recognize him, but she couldn’t guarantee that they would work.