it's not unusual

[Wisp]

♫

“ . . . you find it happens all the time
love will never do what you want it to
why can't this crazy love be mine . . . ‟
tom jones's it's not unusual​

 

[Wisp]

name ; darcy linden

nickname(s) ; lindy​

age ; twenty-five
species ; human

( host to ; gur'la-ya )​

abilities ; enhanced awareness, self-taught magic

( gur'la-ya is known for turning skulls into green stones, unlikely that this carried over )​

gender ; male
orientation ; asexual
occupation ; demonologist, occult specialist
bio ;

❆ growing up in a small town just east of the everglades, darcy linden found that even among his diverse classmates, he stood out. demonologists - like his parents - were uncommon in the area, with a single, homebrew exorcist residing just up the street. darcy enjoyed studying sigils, symbols, and bizarre languages, such topics littering any of his attempts at socializing with his peers. when he was accepted for school choice in nearby miami, he was relieved; finally, he could leave behind (most of) his childhood peers, most of which found him "creepy" and "nerdy". weighed down with his desire to fit in for middle school, the eleven year old made what would be a near-fatal decision that would alter his future irreversibly. utilizing his heightened perception, the bespectacled pre-teen broke into his parents' study, off-limits for the very reason he desired entrance. their personal collection of books and other documents was a wealth of information, and darcy knew just how he was going to impress is peers; he would summon a demon (a small fry, though they wouldn't know that) and bring it to his first day of school in his backpack. they'd be wowed and amazed, he'd thank the demon and dismiss it to whence it came, and then nerd would be no more. darcy linden would be a cool kid, irreversibly. after all, what cooler way to use your intelligence and parents' resources than to summon a demon? no way, that's what.

❆ as one could imagine, things did not go darcy's way. his circles were perfect, his incantations spot-on, and the book in his hands? mistranslated, of course. written in common brittonic with a loose translation to modern day welsh in a notebook that accompanied it, the boy who thought he was summoning some low-level demon was, in fact, calling forth the lurker in doom-laden shadows. the thing with the great old ones, however, is that they slumber outside of normal space-time. from such a deathlike sleep, one could not actually summon such a being - much less that gazing upon one would result in madness. with symbols and sigils painted upon his body and the spellwork well under way, darcy would lose consciousness just as his feet lifted from the ground, body falling back to hold him like a scene from the exorcist. he was later informed, waking in an ice cold tub with his uncle attempting to purge whatever had attached itself to the boy with prayer, rosaries, and a generous amount of holy water, that he had died for a grand total of twelve minutes. had he been anyone else's boy, his uncle had scolded as he exorcised his nephew, he would already have been sent to the morgue.

❆ with the full belief that the great power slumbering in their son was in fact the entire lurker in doom-laden shadows, mr. and mrs. linden withdrew their son from public school before it could even begin, and relocated to a mystical community in the everglades. his uncle, an exorcist by the power of the roman catholic church, moved from the louisiana bayou to the everglades as well. between the three adults who darcy would struggle with respect and admiration for in light of his disgust and upset with being home-schooled over "such a small matter", darcy graduated high school with honors scores and a scholarship that would cover most of his tuition fees for university. pursuing professional licensing in the field of the occult - and particularly demonology - darcy went on to distance himself as far up the east coast as he was comfortable at twenty, associate's degree in hand for liberal arts and sciences. he settled down in the heart of brooklyn, drawn by the energy he felt in the historic streets. it proved to be the right decision, his small business booming with personal clientele and law enforcement alike. after all, darcy was no more the first than he was the last stupid kid to mess with the occult without proper supervision, not to mention adults of the same kind. his neighbour, gabriel torres, though? now that is a whole new level of weird.​

relations ;

➽ gur'la-ya ; lurker in doom-laden shadows, the great old one that inhabits darcy's body
➽ rory linden ; darcy's adopted child, he is very protective of them & they're basically his everything
➽ gabe torres ; his attractive neighbour and friend, swears there's something that's attached to gabe (but can't prove it)​

Spoiler: appearance

slight freckles on face, shoulders, and arms; various, personal sigil tattoos hidden
wears glasses on most occasions, preferring them to contacts
hair is black, eyes are vibrant green, skin is dark olive
stands at 6'1"

 

[Wisp]

name ; rory linden

nickname(s) ; kid, brat (generally by lindy)​

age ; "seven"
species ; demon
abilities ; gravity manipulation

( limited to use on self, i.e. wallcrawling, floating, and generally disturbing feats )​

gender ; agender, they/them
occupation ; elementary student
bio ;

❆ four years ago, rory (as they would be called) was summoned into a quiet suburban home in north salem, new york. family men clement and gerald haywood had faced a number of obstacles with the adoption system, and found themselves at the ends of their ropes when they reached an undesirable conclusion. their "home situation" as it was called, referred to their marriage as though being two men would prevent them from raising a child properly. it was gerald who sought out a less savory side of nearby manhattan, following leads to unassuming marble hill to a self-proclaimed summoners coven that was all bark and no bite when it came down to business. determined to see his and his husband's plans of a family unit come to fruition, he stole a few of their books, a weight in his stomach that he ignored in favour of surprising clement. it took three months to gather what was needed; supplies, people, more supplies, and an "appropriate sacrifice", the last component amounting to children's toys to draw a child in. clement was out that day, meeting with a friend in brooklyn for coffee, and gerald saw no better opportunity than he did then to exercise his abilities as an amateur summoner, something he'd initially left behind upon meeting clement in college.

❆ as one would've expected, the group's well-meaning summon went horribly wrong; to bring a living being into the physical plane with its own body, one would have to be exchanged. the whispers from the circle escalated in pace and volume, candle wicks burning too hot for the wax before abruptly blowing out as gerald was drawn into the circle. the last thing he saw was a pair of goldenrod eyes gazing at him apathetically, and with his disappearance, his high school friends that he had so desperately called upon fled. they cared little for what attention they would draw to themselves, and the neighbours certainly noticed the abrupt end of what had appeared to be a party of some sort. their attire said otherwise, however, and authorities were contacted with urgency. alone in the garage, a child sat, appearing three at the time, surrounded by occult paraphernalia and toys for toddlers. when clement arrived with authorities, cousin in tow, there were more questions than answers, the child only extracted from the circle due to darcy's presence. rory remained largely disinterested in what was going on, only speaking up with single words like "no" or "no", with the occasional "yah" thrown in to show that they did, indeed, understand what was being said.

❆ clement, who remained only long enough to decide upon rory's name and have his own name cleared, left the child in his cousin's care, not only finding himself unsuitable to care for them in his current state, but knowing that any court pulling together papers for the summoned child would pick darcy linden, demonologist, over him any day. rory couldn't very well be banished - it was unethical - so darcy linden adopted them, asking few questions and insisting that others do the same. the paperwork was messy, and rory is required to have bi-annual check-ups with another demonologist who lives out in oregon, but they found they haven't really minded where they've ended up. after all, they did choose to answer the call, reverting to a child in the process, and their uncle clement is pretty cool, too. they don't get along very well with their classmates, what with their abstract sense of humour and penchant for silence and all, which they know disappoints their dad, and uncle clement. had things gone their way, they wouldn't be attending elementary school; they'd be spending all day with their dad, looking over his shoulder and correcting his mistranslations in old documents. they're rather reluctant to admit, though, that while english is easy to understand, they have a great deal of difficulty speaking it.
​

relations ;

➽ darcy linden ; rory's adoptive father, who they call "father" to his face but "dad" to anyone else
➽ gabe torres ; rory & lindy's next-door neighbour, who hilariously leaves lindy nervous and tongue-tied​

Spoiler: appearance

eyes are typically goldenrod, only glow when power is being used
hair is chestnut in colour, rumoured to fluctuate
stands at 3'8"

 

[Wisp]

name ; ariel

nickname(s) ; ariel hemingway​

age ; appears twenty-two
species ; angel

( guardian of ; child )​

abilities ; accelerated healing, light manipulation

( light manipulation is limited to light refraction, i.e. to create limited visual illusions )​

gender ; agender, they/them
orientation ; demisexual
occupation ; guardian angel
bio ;

❆ from the time of their creation, ariel has been a model citizen of the spiritual plane. they were content to just drift through their life, never asking many questions or seeking many answers. to them, everything just is, because it is. the grass is green, because it is. the sky is blue, because it is. the stars shine at night, because they do. the tides rise and fall, because they do. ariel is very simple-minded, and while it was alright at first, others who knew them grew concerned. seeking to remedy this, they introduced ariel to azriel, a scholar and strategist. it was hoped that ariel would flourish under azriel's guidance and teachings, but instead, they seemed to grow only more sedate. out of desperation to bring life - true life to ariel, azriel called in the necessary favours to have ariel appointed as a guardian angel. sent to the physical plane on earth, the serene angel found themselves feeling betrayed, yes, but for the first time in their life, they were curious. though their guardianship was not an entire success (one's first assignment rarely being such), they found themselves longing for more assignments. at first, this request was denied. following more time in the spiritual plane, ariel lost the vibrancy they'd gained on earth, and under azriel's recommendation, was put on permanent duty as a guardian angel. ariel's most recent assignment, however, came with very little information - azriel's focus on "more important matters", leaving ariel floundering as they landed in the chilly city just days before the storm kicked up. now, amidst the worsening weather, they have to track down the person whose safety and happiness is in their hands. with all of the festive preparations going on around them, however, they're finding it a little difficult to stay on track. with any luck, they'll find the person who needs them to watch over them, and manage to celebrate the holiday, too.​

relations ;

➽ azriel ; ariel's mentor & a fellow angel, still on the spiritual plane​

Spoiler: appearance

( left is spiritual plane, right is physical plane )
tiffany blue hair (dyed), robin egg blue eyes (natural)
they are capable of hiding their wings away, and choose to do so
stands at 5'11"

 

[Wisp]

azriel "fitzgerald" here​