Name:  Alexandre d'Soliel

Age: 34

Sex:  Male

Species (human, vampire, shifter, witch):  Witch

Powers (be reasonable, if your character is too pumped up, we reserve the right to deflate them):

Inherent Magic: Shape shifting and Pyro-kinesis
Learned Magic:  He has a variety of old and new magic available to him through training and spell books. He concentrates most heavily on nature and blood magic.

Appearance (Give an idea of what you look like, distinguishing marks, style of dress, etc.):

Jake Gyllenhaal
His dress is very casual most times. No scars. He has a large tattoo across his back that is a sigil of protection and a tattoo elsewhere that few see.

History (Give us some info on who you are, why you are here. If you are a supernatural being, perhaps how you came to be?):

Alex came to Belcourt running from a witch hunter. An experimental incantation went wrong resulting in the tragic death of two bystanders in Seattle. This brought a group of hunters and turned Alex into a murderer for the first time in his life. His pursuer's group is well equipped to deal with magic and witchcraft. Three of the hunters have been critically injured and or maimed by the witch however. The youngest of them Roger Blake, has taken this all very personally and is hell bent on ending Alex.

He was born into a coven and honed his abilities through extensive training within. In his coven a witch is to go it alone from the age of 30 to 50. Then they may return to take the trials and their place among the council of elders. The elders teach the youth and protect the way of life.


Profession:
Auto mechanic

Hobbies:
Video games. Reading. Woodworking.

Sexual Orientation:  Pan

Writing Sample:

This wasn't your momma's homemade stew recipe. No, this was thousands of years of trial and error passed among generations of witches, wizards, warlocks, and other magic weavers. Alex used a thermometer and checked the temperature of the liquid in his pot. Steam rose up from the mini-cauldron and wafted about in circles. He grinned. It was perfect.

His ladle was made from an iron pike used by Vladimir the Impaler. Simple design however. No etchings or proof other than for those that could truly see. One ladle only. Too much and the brew would be too diluted. Too little and chaos could result. He poured it into a mug then steeped his family's unique blend of leaves.

The perfect cup of tea was worth the time. He inhaled the fresh scent and removed the bag. One more sample of the fumes then he took a sip. Marvelous.