Name: Gideon Fitzwater

Nickname: Fitz, a name he much prefers to his given name

Age: 30

Sex: Male

Species: Human. Or, I guess, wizard? No, not that. Uh...enchanter? That's not really a species, is it? Let's just go with human.

Appearance: Standing at 6'1" and being well built, though not overly muscular, Fitz could look a bit imposing to those who don't know him. His medium-length dark brown hair usually looks as though he ran a comb through it once and then forgot about it, leaving it a slightly ordered mess. He will always be found with a mustache and beard, trimmed up well. At one time, it was to help him look older, but now he's found that he simply likes the look of it.

Fitz has blue eyes that seem piercing when he is focused on something. However, they are always quick to join in with his smile, a smile that fully encompasses his face. Most often, he can be found wearing a rather plain t-shirt, usually of earthen colors, jeans, and boots. Always boots.

Around his neck, Fitz always wears a gyroscopic silver pendant, an object he treasures dearly. Designed to help channel his casting, the pendant spins wildly whenever Fitz is attempting to enchant something.



Face Claim: Jake Gyllenhaal

Powers: Fitz's magical proficiency is limited to the act of enchanting objects, giving them a variety of unique properties, though the duration and strength of these enchantments vary based upon the amount of effort put into them. These enchantments range from changing the properties of the objects themselves, such as their color or shape, or imbuing the object with a spell to transmit, such as a tracking spell. While this sort of magic could theoretically be used upon another, Fitz has only attempted to do so once...and swiftly vowed to never do so again.

Weaknesses: For more powerful enchantments, or for the enchantment of larger objects, the act of casting takes considerable effort, and, as so, is quite likely to wear him out. One particular occurrence, a moment in time that saw him trying to push his limits, saw him in a comatose state for a little over a week. In part due to this, many of his enchantments fizzle out over time and are easily dispelled by those in the know.

Personality: Most who know Fitz would say that he is just...odd. Having little time for friends in his youth, he struggles in social situations, unsure of how to read social cues and more than slightly socially awkward at times. Even though he often struggles with this, he enjoys being around others and getting to know them. He is quick to share a smile or a laugh with anyone and everyone, and for those he considers a friend, he is fiercely loyal.

When focused on something, he has a tendency to get hyper focused on it, but he can quickly and without warning switch that deep focus to another matter entirely. Though he doesn't always stick to one subject for very long, Fitz has a tendency to be very studious, always wanting to know more about whatever topic is holding his interest for that moment. This studious nature isn't limited to learning about the wonders of the world or about enchantments, however, sometimes drifting into his interactions with other people, particularly his friends.

History: Fitz had a peculiar childhood, though he never quite saw it that way. Unbeknownst to him, he was bestowed upon the pair he calls his parents, a wizard and a witch themselves, by the other members of their coven. This adoption and his adoptive parents were decided upon after his real parents found themselves excommunicated and banished from the small town they called home. His adoptive parents, Martin and Emily Fitzwater, never shared with him that he was adopted, but, then, he always did feel a bit out of place living with the Fitzwaters's.

Growing up, Fitz and his family lived in a small cottage in the woods, well away from civilization, which was a fact Fitz didn't mind in the slightest. Even at an early age, he quickly found an appreciation for the beauty hiding in the world, an appreciation that would later feed into his love of art and painting. At the age of 6, his parents told him that he was a wizard, a title he isn't overly fond of and rarely uses, and began educating him on the ways of magic. He never questioned this, didn't even act particularly surprised, and happily began studying witchcraft and wizardry...when he wasn't busy with kindergarten.

Though he readily took to the study of magic, it didn't take to him quite so quickly. Though he studied tirelessly, mostly in an effort to appease his parents, every attempt to cast was met with failure. It wasn't until Fitz was 9 that his parents decided to broaden the scope of his magical studies, moving away from the divination and conjuring spellwork that was common to their coven. Much to their chagrin, Fitz finally found his success with enchantment magic, the school of magic his birth parents had specialized in. To their benefit, despite their trepidation, they allowed him to shift his studies to the school of magic in which he had found success, under the stipulation that he would only study within their presence and that he would, when the time was right, join as a part of the coven. However, his parents and the coven that had been like an extended family began to distance themselves from young Fitz, wary that he may be more like the birth parents he didn't know than they realized.

It was at the age of 16 that Fitz finally decided to leave home. The night he was to be inducted into the coven, to be precise. The coven that had ensured he would only learn the sorts of enchantments they saw fit. He had considered it for the few years prior, if he was honest, but, then, he at least wanted to learn all they could teach him before departing. To some, the memory of such a night might be bittersweet, shrouded by a cloud of longing for home or for the family that resides there. But, for Fitz, his relationship with his parents and the place he had called home had shattered long before then. He took little with him, only some clothes and a single tome of enchantments, and he was gone. To where? He hadn't been sure at the time. As far from there as he could get.

He struggled, at first. Making his way in the world wasn't always easy, particularly given his rather sheltered upbringing. He found himself in numerous unsavory circumstances, many of which he has done his best to leave behind him. Eventually, though, he found his footing, with a drive to experience the wonders the world has to offer him, as well as a drive to seek out all knowledge he can of the enchantments for which he has a penchant. Eventually, through whispers of a place where the unusual, the magical, and the supernatural roamed free, Fitz found himself on Newcastle Island, where he has resided for the past two years.

Profession: Owner of Trinkets & Treasures, a local pawn shop filled with numerous unique (and some rather mundane) objects he has come across over the years. Likely due to Fitz's somewhat undecisive nature, the pawn shop has undergone many name changes during his ownership.

Hobbies: Fitz is an avid painter, and knows how to play the piano rather decently. Always seeking to further his education about enchantments and about the world, he finds himself reading quite frequently. On top of this, he loves to collect just about anything interesting or peculiar. He also drinks a lot...if you consider that a hobby.

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Writing Sample:

"Gideon?"

The sound of the name as it reached his ears was like nails on a chalkboard, screeching against his eardrums as he couldn't help but scowl at the call. Quickly, though, Fitz realized the oddity of hearing his given name in this place. How long had he been here? A week, maybe two? And he certainly hadn't been using that name. Cautiously, Fitz glanced over his shoulder, scanning the small bar to find the source of the woman's voice.

His eyes zeroed in on the rotund woman rather quickly. He supposed rotund wasn't exactly a fair descriptor, but she had certainly put on some pounds since he last saw her. The years hadn't seemed terribly kind to her, a maze of wrinkles now weaving their way across what had previously been a much fairer visage. He supposed, though, that her appearance now certainly seemed more fitting of a witch. He plastered on a fake half-smile, giving a small, reluctant wave in greeting, a greeting the woman quickly took as an invitation, making her way to join him in his booth.

"Uh...hi, Aunt Astid. It's been a while..."

The familial moniker wasn't entirely fitting, given that she wasn't family, but Fitz had been raised calling all of the members of the coven 'Aunt' or 'Uncle', and, even now, it seemed to have stuck. As the woman settled in across from him, Fitz closed the book in front of him, knocking three times lightly on its cover to engage the enchantment, causing the words held within to slowly vanish into the page until next he called. Fitz shifted in his seat, quickly finding himself uncomfortable, though curious, about the woman's presence. How had she found him? More importantly, why?

"It certainly has. You're a tough one to track down, young man! You couldn't imagine the places I've gone trying to find you!"

Fitz's fake smile persisted as she spoke. He suspected he probably could imagine the places she had found herself on her search. The past few towns he had made his way through certainly hadn't been the friendliest. He shifted in his seat again, unsure of what to say to the woman. He looked her over, then focused in on her eyes, searching for an answer to the questions he wasn't asking. After a few moments, he sat back against his seat somewhat defiantly.

"I'm not going back. So, if that's why you came, you shouldn't have...b-because, I'm not going back."

Fitz cleared his throat as he awaited her response. Astrid, however, seemingly chose not to respond, giving no acknowledgement to his words. Instead, she glanced around the bar, the lively nature drawing up the corners of her mouth in a small smile.

"This is a rather charming place, really. I can see why you sought it out. Though, I imagine the stories of the enchantress in the area probably didn't hurt."

The woman turned her eyes back to Fitz, a gentle gaze in her eyes accompanied by a slight tilt in her head.

"Your parents miss you, you know. We all do."

He found himself spitting out a rather spiteful laugh in response to her words. No one missed him there, of that he was certain. Fitz's eyes met hers again, unable to honor the sentiment with words. The gaze was enough for the woman to let out a sigh, dispelling the notion with a small, apologetic smile. To her benefit, Astrid was one of the few of the coven that had never truly treated Fitz poorly. Really, she had been in some ways like a kindly aunt. If anyone from the coven had to find him, he supposed he was glad it was her.

"I haven't come to take you back, don't worry. You've got a better life waiting for you out here than you ever did there. I just came to deliver...this."

The woman pried open her purse, rummaging around in it for a moment before presenting an envelope on the table in front of Fitz, no address or label on its face. Fitz eyed it carefully, grabbing it and flipping it over a few times, before looking to the woman questioningly. However, the woman had already scooted herself out of the booth, now standing beside the table. Shifting the purse onto her shoulder, she let out another light sigh before resting a gentle hand on the man's shoulder.

"It has been good to see you. Some of us really do care about you, you know. Write us sometime! Don't make me come track you down again! You take care of yourself, you hear? Oh, and...you ought to look into Newcastle Island. I think you might like it there. Take care, Gideon."

And, with that, the woman was off, Fitz's eyes trailing after her, giving her a wave goodbye, a more genuine smile in accompaniment despite the repeat of that name. His eyes returned to the envelope before ripping into it. From the envelope, he pulled out a letter and a silver gyroscopic necklace. Resting the jewelry in front of him, he unfolded the letter and began to read it. To our Long Lost Son...

And, with that, it was time for Fitz to find his way to Newcastle Island.