Yes, Darling?
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There once was a witch
THE PAST// ┊(
Every man has his own destiny: the only imperative is to follow it, to accept it, no matter where it leads him.)
Haydn Alexander Darling really lives up to his names, and by that, I mean all of them. But I'm getting ahead of myself, so let's start from the beginning. Haydn was born in what is more appropriately regarded as Bavaria these days about 500 years ago, give or take right at the beginning of the Great Peasant Revolt, and he wasn't exactly a peasant either, which - let's face it - was a blessing during this time. Born into a lower Aristocratic family, with a mother that was a cunning folk. Of course, in Germany, all cunning folk were women, but Haydn was a mother's boy for the majority of his early childhood. Clutching to her dress, and giving his father and the rest of his family the idea that he was 'soft', his mother nurtured his insatiable curiosity. He would take after her behind closed doors, attributing as much as he could to memory and scribbling notes by candlelight throughout the night. This trait is something that has followed Haydn into his now modern years, as insomnia is something he has never been able to grow out of, tending to finally get rest in true 24-72 hour periods, albeit sometimes more.
The issue with Haydn however, was that he went outside the bounds of cunning folk, refusing to limit himself to merely white magic. He was voracious with wanting to know more, and would naively push boundaries. Taking to the vast grounds of not only his family's estate, but cousins, and others when they would visit, he would occupy himself for hours, whilst becoming a charming - and much to his father's delight - a strong young man, full of opinions and confidence. He took up anything that screamed 'power' to him and the foundation of this was knowledge. He could have spent more time with a sword (though he did that too), but you were more likely to find him with a book in hand, and these weren't cheap. His collection of pamphlets and books was almost as expensive as his wardrobe.
As time went on, and nearing the very ripe age of 20 years, Haydn had decided with his parents visiting friends for a party, he feigned sick to try his hand at summoning. This was to be the beginning of an addiction, and true catalyst into the man he is today. Making a 'friend' with a demon all thanks to the promise of power and knowledge beyond the meager mortal world, Haydn was sucked in immediately, signing away his soul. One could call him a witch at this point, truly, but such was heresy. And as the pressures of his real life started being uttered every day with whispers of marriage and potential brides (when he found people of the same sex more to his tastes as his appetites could be quite rough) Haydn called upon his 'friend' and it wasn't long after that his father died of consumption. Of course, this isn't what he had wanted. He wanted an easy, carefree way out of his mortal responsibilities, not to be fatherless, and leaving his mother, as well as himself, in potential disrepute - as many believed his father gave his family "too many freedoms".
This is when Haydn went from being a witch to a warlock; an Oathbreaker. Haydn, feeling much more confident in his abilities, and fueled by rage, summoned another demon - a worse one, and while his soul was already promised, he re-promised it to this new one, betraying his old friend, and sacrificing him to his new patron to sweeten the deal. Both got more powerful out of the deal, and even took each other to bed. This also spurned on the young man to say "to Hell with it.", making sure at least that his mother was remarried, and taken care of, he took off in the middle of the night and never looked back, which was probably the wisest thing he could have done, as now, being an oathbreaker and technically bound to not simply one, but two demons, his eyes were no longer his own and he gained an inhuman set of heterochromatic eyes. He couldn't exactly hide them.
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GENDER
male
AGE
500
SEXUALITY
gay
BIRTHDAY
12.22.1522
HEIGHT
6'4⅓"
WEIGHT
282lbs
EYES
Teal, heterochromatic
HAIR
ginger
SKIN
golden
PIERCINGS
ears nipples
TATTOOS
a couple
SCENT
tonka bean, vetiver
THE NOW// ┊
Now, you may have been thinking this entire time that 'Darling' isn't a very German-Bavarian last name, and you're more than right. It was something Haydn came to choose as time went on, and in truth, despite his past, Darling is now something most tend to address him as, and his current occupation attributes to this heavily as Haydn never gave up his witchcraft practice, and now owns an occult shop that is also a plant and coffee shop. His wards happen to be some of the strongest, which makes humans (even if they don't understand why) and supernatural beings alike feel incredibly safe in his store. Darling is also hard to miss, what with his eyes, but also his lush and long ginger hair that he constantly has to try not to sit on due to its length. There are constantly things tied into it and this is of course because of all his stored energy. This isn't even mentioning his rings, which his fingers are always adorned with.
He still dances with devils, and summons demons to bed them. In the romance department, he sticks to flings, but that's because over the years he's learned that he is a man that can hold a grudge and become damningly possessive. So, his generous contribution to society is to keep his personality demons at bay by only taking people to bed and not to his heart. That being said though, he makes a fantastic friend, and despite being an oathbreaker, he does his best to avoid the title and help anyone in need, albeit never at a cost to himself either. He is often sought out for solutions and/or guidance, as well as spells, and it's really difficult to find anyone better in the business, hence why local covens have been begging him to join them for years, but he prefers to fly solo.
You might be wondering how a human boy also got to his age, and well, aside from demons, Darling also no longer needs food as we do. In fact, he could live solely off of energy of any kind, be it sexual, or lifeforce. So, if you do find yourself in his presence and he's getting a bit sleepy and doesn't want to give in yet, you might find yourself to be fed upon in a beautiful, insidious way; he'll perk up, and you'll suddenly need a nap, and if you feel the need, it is probably best that you lay down. He'll probably offer you some chocolate too.
