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Esmund
Legacy Name: Esmund


The Custom Harvest Noktoa
Owner: JOJO

Age: 8 years, 8 months, 5 days

Born: July 24th, 2015

Adopted: 8 years, 8 months, 5 days ago

Adopted: July 24th, 2015

Statistics


  • Level: 1
     
  • Strength: 10
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 0
     
  • Books Read: 0
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Unemployed


esmund’s small smile immediately vanished as the world around him began to move with a slowness he’s never seen before. he could see the witch patting hito’s shoulder, saying something to him— but the action was taking minutes, rather than seconds. “what’s going on?” he demanded, stepping back from the scene.

there was a soft laugh— one he’s never heard before.
“who’s there?” esmund called out, clearing his throat as he caught his voice shake.

“oh esmund...”

a chill ran down his spine. he slowly turned behind him, to the direction of the voice. bright blue eyes were staring down at him. his breath hitched. the man in front of him was beautiful- blonde hair, chiseled jaw, and well-dressed in expensive attire. “who are you?”

the man didn’t answer the question, his eyes moving away from esmund’s to stare behind him. “how are you feeling? now that he’s been taken as an apprentice?”

esmund sucked in his breath thoughtfully. after a moment, he replied: “fine, i suppose.”

liar.” a soft, gentle smile formed on the man’s face. “i can tell very easily when people are lying.” he gave a little shake of his head. “and i can’t blame you. he’s proving to be a much better warlock than you’ll ever be. especially if circe took an interest in him.”

esmund turned back around once more, still watching the witch mouth the same words to hitoshi. “i just wish...” he started but finished by staring down at his feet instead. he jumped as the man put his hand on his shoulder— the man felt like ice. but his grip was too strong to pull away from.

“continue, please.”

esmund frowned. “i just wish i wasn’t so weak. i’ve messed up everything this witchfest.” he extended his hands, looking at his palms. “my natural magic isn’t so good... i don’t even know what hito sees in me.”

“you’re right.” the man sighs. “you are weak. everyone here can see it. you won’t ever be apprenticed. and as in love as you two think you are, well.” his free hand gestured to the other warlocks nearby. “hito will soon be swept off his feet by another more powerful warlock. i’m afraid you can’t do anything about that.”

esmund squeezed his eyes shut, each word a stab in the heart. “no... he wouldn’t...”

wouldn’t he?

something compelled esmund to force open his eyes, and the sight in front of him mortified him. there was hito, smiling as he spoke to three other warlocks. one of them kissed hito’s hand, and hito met esmund’s eyes. hito’s face distorted in disgust. “oh. it’s you. that pathetic warlock that tried to woo me.” the other warlocks laughed.

“wh—“

“see, esmund?” the man quietly continues. “the next time hitoshi sees you, he won’t like the person he sees. your sweet little relationship be finished. ruined.

esmund blinked the tears away- he hadn’t even realized they had formed. “oh.” is all he can muster. “i see.”

“but does it have to be this way, my poor boy?” with a wave of the man’s hand, the scene in front of them vanished. “maybe you’re worth more than you seem… i’ll make you an offer you can’t refuse.” with another flick of his hand, a tome appeared in front of esmund.

“what...?” esmund gasped, staring at the black book in front of him. it was chained, but there was no mistaking the red stained in the papers. the runes written on the front cover.

a dark tome. used only by dark mages of old- those who sought to learn spells like necromancy and blood magic. this tome must be full of outlawed spells and rituals. just the sight of it makes him shiver.

“i can make you the most powerful mage ever known. under your study, you will become so powerful that your precious hitoshi will have to notice you. you will finally be loved like you really want.”

“i.. i can’t...” he tried to step back, but the man stood firm behind him. “i don’t want to do this kind of magic.”

“oh?” the man didn’t seem too surprised at his response. “a shame, then. i suppose you don’t love hitoshi as much as i thought you did.”

of course i do!

“then don’t you want to be stronger? for him?” another icy hand landed on his free shoulder. “for... yourself?

“i..”

“no more teasing, or mocking. you could have the power to put everyone in their place. you could have your precious lover wrapped around your finger.” the man spoke quicker, his grip tightened. clearly excited. “you can finally prove to the world that you are a worthy warlock. without this, you will be nothing. you will stay nothing. i am offering you a chance to become somebody. won’t you take the book?”

esmund’s eyes darted nervously. “why are you offering this to me..?”

“because i feel sorry for you, of course.” esmund’s face burned at the answer, and his hands moved on their own accord. he braced himself as they gripped the tome. “good boy.” the man whispered in his ear.

a rush of dark energy coursed through his veins, causing him to cry out in shock. he trembled, almost dropping the book but doing his best to keep hold. the man stepped back, but the gesture was lost on esmund. the man’s hands met behind his back, and he circled forward to watch esmund. the warlock had long squeezed his eyes shut, not catching darkness as it moved into his heart, to his soul. it felt like his innards had caught fire and were simultaneously being stomped on. his head throbbed and he could no longer keep it held up. it was the greatest pain he’d ever felt...


then he felt nothing.


free from his pain, he allowed his head to tilt up once more. his eyes opened, a bright red, before it was if they remembered they were suppose to be brown and faded to its original shade. he pulled the tome close to his chest, giving the man a small bow. “thank you, master.”

the man, who was watching the scene with interest, gave a large cat-like grin. “no need to thank me,” he replied, in that same soft voice. “but now, we must make our leave. you have much work to do, apprentice.” he extended his hand, and esmund didn’t hesitate to take it.

and with that, they were gone.

hitoshi smiled proudly at circe as she finished her speech, whirling around to tell his esmund what she had said, “esmund! circe told me...” but— his smile faded as he scanned around him. “esmund?”

where did his esmund go?

about.


NAME esmund bones
NICKNAME es

SPECIES warlock
ETHNICITY white
NATIONALITY american
AGE twenty-two
GENDER cis male
SEXUALITY biromantic demisexual

taken by hitoshi

APPEARANCE — STANDING AT AN EVEN 5'8, ESMUND HAS NEVER REALLY BEEN MUCH OF AN IMPOSING FIGURE. HE ALWAYS COMES ACROSS AS BORED AND STANDOFFISH: A FROWN ON HIS FACE AND A FARAWAY LOOK IN HIS BROWN EYES. HIS YELLOW HAIR IS SHAGGY AND COVERS THE MAJORITY OF HIS FOREHEAD. HIS ATTIRE USUALLY CONSISTS OF DARK-FRAMED GLASSES AND VERY WITCH-APPROPRIATE CLOTHES (AKA LOTS OF BLACKS AND DARK REDS). CARRIES A TOME WITH HIM AT ALL TIMES. ( fc )
powers dark magics

LOCATION santos hallow / hell
CAREER apprentice


traits.


BIRTHDAY june 6th
ZODIAC SIGN gemini
ALIGNMENT lawful evil
MBTI TYPE INTJ-T (the Architect)
TEMPERAMENT choleric
ELEMENT fire
HOGWARTS HOUSE slytherin
MAJOR ARCANA moon
TROPE smug snake

PERSONALITY — ESMUND IS A LEVEL-HEADED INDIVIDUAL. SPEAKS IN A CALM AND POLITE MANNER, EVEN WHEN HIS WORDS ARE AS PAINFUL AS NEEDLES. HIS WORDS ARE NEVER KIND, AND HE RARELY TAKES THE FEELINGS OF OTHERS INTO CONSIDERATION. IT APPEARS THAT ALL HE CARES ABOUT IS HIMSELF, AND HAS NO PROBLEM WITH SHOWING OFF HIS ABILITIES OR TALKING ABOUT HOW POWERFUL HE IS. AT LEAST HE CAN BACK THIS UP WITH HIS SKILLS: HE'S INCREDIBLY TALENTED AT MAGIC, AND HE IS EXTREMELY WELL-READ AND INTELLIGENT. HE SEEMS TO BE HIDING SOMETHING: HIS SMILES ARE NEVER GENUINE AND THERE ALWAYS SEEMS TO BE A QUICK LOOK OF REGRET WHEN SPEAKING ILL OF SOMEONE.

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FUN FACT owns a black cat named calcifer, a gift from his mentor.


playlist.


1. beneath the mask - lyn
Without a sign, Without grasping yet. The real question to be asked- Where have I been?
2. machula - vista kicks
Don't you remember what we had? My my- Machula, In the past? I won't surrender To the bad.
3. forever - chrvches
Holding my tongue I'd never ask you to forgive me and you will never see my side.
4. final masquerade - linkin park
You said it was forever, But then it slipped away. Standing at the end of The final masquerade.



overlay by Akita | human art by Renathory | art by grim

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Warlock Apothecary Oils

Warlock Candle and Ash Circle

Dark Mage Amulet

Tehb Rites and Rituals

Singed Love Letter

Waning Candle of the Final Night

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Pet Friends


Lucifer
of course, master.

Hitoshi
incredible. you're just as naive as ever.

Circe
... pathetic witch. you know nothing of the magic i can do.

Ethos
do you really think i care what becomes of him?

Aldrick
like i need to listen to you, traitor!

Voodoo
... you're delusional, my master gave you a gift.

Yori
heh, what a sorry excuse of an angel you are.

Oblivion
so it was you who took him away from... my master.