Powers and Abilities
- Umbrakinesis/Shadowmancy- This ability stems deeply from his connection to the mysterious Ether a cosmic radiance that he does not fully understand. This ability allows for teleportation/transportation of objects through space, object creation such as tendrils or other physically hard objects. His is also finding out this is an essential part of his new found abilities of magic.
- Herbology- The growing knowledge of plants and their magical properties. This knowledge allows him to have cause and effect upon the object of his choosing.
- The Call- This ability is less in control. It is something that literally pulls Atticus to places that he doesn't even know he going.
- Spiritual Awareness- This ability also stems from the Ether. Being that all spirits travel through a space and time where the Ether touches, it allows the user to sense spirits benevolent and demonic. Further investigation allows the user to recall the spirit for any given amount of time.
The Unfolding Story of Atticus Blaire
.... I would say that after today, I am special, that everything that's happened to me, however trivial lead up to this culmination of whatever this is...I've yet to figure out what to call it. But, that's not even the most important part of me, never has been never will be. Among the world, and all its creatures, I Atticus Blaire am nothing special, just another creation. Okay, maybe I'm belittling myself...force of habit ya'know. It's just that, this life I have now, isn't much of one at all, not even to say that I had much of one to begin with, but I'd give my own left arm to just go back to that place I used to call normal.
I never wondered about my upbringing. I don't think any child does, their minds being focused on growing up and surviving and all. But now that I look back on it, how stringent, how rigid everything was...I just cant help but think I must have been some sort oblivious stupefied idiot. I mean, not everyone worships darkness as if it were some sort of solvent force. My parents always protective of me too, even to the smallest thing...I remember one time when I was in fifth grade, I got a splinter in my hand when another kid brushed me off the monkey bars as he passed me. They had a meeting with the principal to see if they could have me segregated to a specific play time, which for them, they saw as necessary anyway. Micheal and Gloria, dignified and desperately secretive. They never let me have friends, not that I was reared to even approach people in regularity. My entire life was basically a struggle, which again, I can't fathom why they'd go through it, have me go through it, when clearly, they were well off...Like really well, off. These memories, almost seem fabricated to me now, like every talk we had, every word we ever spoke to each other was placed neatly in time to develop me into some cloistered madman, ready to take the bridal of humanity in my hands.
However, school was a breeze, except for the fact that everyone avoided me, now that I know they were all petrified of me, and now that I see why they were, I can't blame them. But still, I was just a kid. Growing up, not having a soul to talk to about my own personal issues, especially when I hit puberty, and my voice deepened, and my skin darkened and my emotions turned into erupting volcanoes...Yeah, it was tough, but I never got teased, or bullied. I never got an F even when I didn't understand a word of what the teacher was saying and she handed me a pop quiz. Those benefits level the playing field just a little. There was this one time, kind of hilarious to ponder, this kid called me the n word...I barely understood the connotations of what that even meant, only the history behind it because of class work and history projects. He was only immitating the his own life experiences, and yet, there my parents were, having him nearly expelled. That kind of protection, I now know I didn't need...
18th birthday!!! And I got killed...or whatever...
So yeah. Birthdays, needless to mention were never a big deal. Nor were any other holidays except for "Ether Monday" sort of an antithesis of Easter Monday...Anyway. I woke up that morning, May 29th, and my parents awaited me at the bottom of our stairwell. They dawned black robes, embroidered with red and gold roping at the cuffs, hem, and brim of the hood. I looked at them, with inquiry. I'd only seen them do this a few times, when we went to church...Of course it wasn't regular church. Yes, of course, my father was a minister of Ether. There were very few members but all of them powerful people of the community. I'd never seen their faces, but I just knew that, sort of like intuition. And today, as I walked down the stairs, I was told to take all of my clothes off, which embarrassed me to no end, and to wear one of the black robes as well. Being the obediant slave I was, I did so, and was lead to a car, in the hot sunlight. My parents stood behind us as we drove away, and as I watched their images fade into distant specs, I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. All of these thoughts rushed into me, from a cosmic well of humanity. This life I had wasn't normal. When I got the chance to sneak tv into my regimented schedule of reading, and studying, and work, I got to see a glimpse of what it was supposed to be like. Hugs, kisses, crushes, and shopping sprees. I sort of emulated this woman named Elle Woods, from this movie called Legally Blonde...Her life, its what I wanted. She was almost like me, except a girl, and she had friends and could speak to anyone she wanted...So not really like me at all. But we were both born in the same month, so I guess that's something. There were three hooded figures in the car, all of them silent, I knew instinctively not to ask where they were taking me, because I knew that around these particular robes, my worth was scum like. But one of them, followed by another and the last, placed their hands on my head and both shoulders, and began to chant. It calmed me, and set me into a trance like state. Suddenly I could see the world around me, like I had never been able to before. Everything was black and grey, like an old noir photo. They lifted their hoods revealing their faces, all of them looking the exact same. They spoke in unison and of one voice. "Atticus. You have been forseen eons ago as the bringer of the pure ether. The darkness shall consume you on this day, and you will die. But the Ether will live one and you will be born anew, the son of King and Queen Gloria and Micheal." In that moment, all I could think of was...My parents were royalty, and I had to scrub floors with toothbrushes since I was seven years old. And then, I reversed, and heard die... I didn't want to die, but in the background of their voice I heard it, the echoes of something I could only understand in bits and pieces. I understood it though. It was ancient, and guttural it was salvation. I hadn't the strength to move anymore, this trance had shut down my motor skills, so I held my breath, I did anything to end it all, before the Ether, which I had been told to worship could take me. It was no use, my will to live outweighed my ability to not breath. They placed hands on me once again, and it burned, deep inside of me, like a fire had been lit in my gut and slowly the embers incinerated the fight inside. I was done for, but my mind raced. I couldn't feel anything anymore, but I imagined tears streamed down my face and onto the leather seats. I imagined my dark skin, naked and abused, I imagined my eyes darker than any night could get. I imagined the pain of death, and as my last writh sputtered out...I blacked out.
What they meant by die, was that I would go into a coma. Or at least, thats what the doctors told me when I woke up yesterday... It's been three years, and I'm still naked, but Im here, alive, and I might add well. It seemed like only days passed on that journey I took into the void of oblivion. I learned things that I can't exactly explain, I know things now that piss me the f___ off. But it's okay, because I'll get me chance to see them all again. Those people were right...I was a prophet child, but of something they never wanted to come to fruition. My strength comes from the Ether, that much is true, but I learned that I and only I alone can control it now, and that something is coming and I gladly welcome it...
And wouldn't you know it... Legally Blonde was playing on the tv when I woke up. The nurses rushed in, and stabbed me with needles, and I was just so happy that Elle Woods still existed. They told me no one had come to visit me. They told me that they tried to find my parents but were unsuccessful. I was now alone in the world. All I had was my name and my powers, which suited me fine. It was a fresh beginning, a new start, and I could be whoever I wanted to be.