Ericc

So it turns out there really is such a thing as too much confidence. Self assured and unafraid to show it, Ericc has been known to go toe to toe with people over the simplest disagreement. President of the debate club, this is your guy. He's learned how to keep the peace over the years, perfecting a handful of teasing smiles and dancing eyes that leave you charmed long enough for him to make his escape. This doesn't make him hard to get along with. He's got enough charisma, bad jokes, and the subtle slip of serious undertone when it's needed to make him feel like you can dive in, trust him. Like you want to be his friend.

And then you find out he's a lawyer.

AGE 28

SPECIES human*

GENDER male

DOB 1/1/92

HEIGHT 6'2"

WEIGHT 209 lbs

EYES blue

STATUS dating

PREF. men

JOB lawyer

CLASS up.mid

HEALTH 100%

CLOTHING: While he's not exactly on the catwalk or anything, Eric definitely knows what he's doing when he picks out his clothes each morning. With a closet full of the latest styles and an overflowing section of dressy bullshit, he's always sure to catch at least one wandering eye.

TATTOOS: Eric has a few various tattoos, all small and carefully placed so as not to interfere with what people think of him in the courtroom. Both ankles have an assortment of deer skulls wrapped around them, and there's a bleeding heart on his chest. Also? A dick on his ass cheek.

Did you know?

• Grew up on his fathers ranch and helped hand raise many caribou. Named a female Erica after himself.
  
  
• Has won over 70% of the cases he has handled in court.
  
  
• Absolutely loves to make bets on eating disgusting, foul things that no human being would dare put in their body. He always wins.
  
  
• Was meant to be a twin, but he and his consumed the other in the womb. Occasionally asks his non-existent twin for advice.

LIKES: Organization. Order. Laying in the grass when it's raining. Febreze. The smell of clean clothes. Animals with extra toes. People watching. Self discovery. Personal growth. Mimicry. Dark clothing. Evading magic. Debating loudly in public settings.

DISLIKES: Jazz. Clutter. Fishing. Western movies. Arguing with people who refuse to adjust their opinions. Excessive use of bright colors. Most pottery. Paintings. Milkshakes. Thick accents. Haircuts. Broken bones. Nosy assholes. Magic used on him.

History • Ericc's story starts well before his birth, although he didn't know that until he was just shy of fifteen years old. It's that played out tragic tale; a mother who loved him from conception and a father who wanted him to be safe and made a misguided attempt to ensure he would be that resulted in death. Watching the way his wife's eyes lit up whenever she talked about the baby, rubbed the small bump in her stomach, his father Juddson was driven to make sure their baby would be nothing but safe and secure from the very moment he was born. Young and afraid, Juddson messed with magic he should not. The ritual quickly went south, killing Ericc's mother and twin in the process, leaving just a helpless baby boy in it's wake.

Ericc only survived the ritual because his magic well absorbed the power that could have killed him. After, it was as though the bridge between Ericc and his magic seemed to crumble. To this day, Ericc cannot practice. Juddson, with a newborn child and no wife to help raise him, did try to be a good father. Ericc spent the first fifteen years of his life none the wiser to the anguishing accident that had brought him into the world, assuming that his mother had simply died of complications. He grew up on the ranch his father and step father ran, learned to raise animals and fix motorcycles and wrestle with werewolves. He never won those little fights, but they were fun and good practice. He was a wild child, full of life and wonder for much of it. So, so curious about magic and his total lack of it, aside from a grisly animal form he had inherited from his mother. The curiosity just ran a little too deep, until he finally uncovered the truth about his birth.

Things changed for him after that. Ericc developed a need for truth in his life. His mild interest in debate club developed into something he threw himself into. His relationship with his father turned hostile on his end. The moment he got accepted into law school, he laid into his father about how he would pay for it and let him go, because he wouldn't be held to this place for another minute. Juddson agreed, but spent months trying to keep in touch and repair their broken relationship.

Nine years after Ericc left his home in Fenikso promising to never return, he's found himself dragged back there essentially by the ear (and his fathers magical work arounds). Who knows what could happen from here?

Home Life • When Ericc is observed in his natural habitat, also known as his one bedroom apartment, a lot of things become increasingly obvious. That need for control and order bleeds into every shade of paint, every perfectly polished piece of silverware, the lack or any sort of clutter. The walls may be lined with perfectly placed and well maintained photo frames, but that seems to be the very end of any sort of hanging decor. He owns exactly three pieces of unnecessary artwork, all sculptures, all placed on a stacking shelf set with absolute care. There are no throw pillows on the couch. And yet, despite how this level of dedication to detail might make others nervous there is nowhere in which Ericc is more completely at ease in his own skin. He laughs more, he smiles more. He slouches. He has, on occasion, been known to put his feet on the coffee table. His bedroom is kept shut unless you've been invited to share it, there never seems to be a dish in the sink, and yet he knows how to ease your mind when you step inside and help you relax. Ericc knows there's no place like home, and he makes sure that others feel the same when they're invited in.

Transformation: Semi active. Ericc was born to a witch and a familiar, and as such inherited his mothers transformation. The conflicting spells performed shortly before his birth created a slightly grizzly familiar form. With a beautiful red coat and slightly longer legs, everything looks pretty normal if you're looking at his right side. If he turns his head, however, you'll see the skull of a deer protruding from the left side of his face, and realize that the stubby tail at the end of his body is that of a deer, not simply a stump of something that used to be there. The transformation is a fight or flight response when he's in dire peril, although sometimes the wolf will get restless and let itself out to play. Ericc cannot stop this, and he often doesn't remember the things he did while in his animal form. There is a strong disconnect between the two.






Magical Resistance: Active. The spell cast before his birth forces Ericc to live a life without his connection to his magic. It is unclear if it has been fully severed, or if there's simply a disconnect. Either way, the well of his magical attributes has been all but drained. While this is partly a bad thing, it's actually worked in his favor. Magical spells and beings cannot effect him with their powers. His body simply absorbs the magic, feeding the starved part of his soul that's always reaching for the part of him that isn't there any longer. His father seems to know how to fix this, but Ericc has refused on more than one occasion.










Magical Amplification: Inactive. As a familiar, Ericc should be able to amplify magic used around him. Unfortunately, he is unable to do so and honestly has no desire to do it to begin with. Why amplify something that has caused him nothing but heartache? That cost his mother her life? As far as Ericc is concerned, even if he could still amplify, he would never agree to do so.