Post-party; Class; The Indo, Irish Pub
Interagir avec Tom Finch
Jour 1, après-midi
Un mélange d'alcool, d'alcool et de marijuana entassait encore l'air, avec une touche de vomissement au nez. Le soleil a atteint son sommet dans le ciel, mais la journée nuageuse a bloqué les rayons du matin, empêchant le jeune étudiant de se réveiller à l'heure, ou même du tout. À ce moment, il atteignait l'après-midi, et en plus de l'odeur, le mal de tête en plein essor semblait causer un gémissement douloureux pour échapper à la gorge de Luc. Il s'est repositionné sur le sol froid et a serré sa veste en cuir pour la chaleur, essayant de se mettre plus à l'aise. Les yeux de Luke s'ouvrirent paresseusement, clignotant quelques fois pour dissiper le flou des premiers instants de réveil. Que ce soit le chant des oiseaux du matin, ou la vue des tasses rouges et solitaires éparpillées et la saleté des cocktails de dernière nuit, c'est alors que Luc réalisa son retard. S'élevant sur ses pieds, il laissa sortir un autre gémissement et frotta sa tête battante, en massant ses temples pendant qu'il regardait autour de la salle désordonnée. Parmi les différentes tasses et flaques de liqueur renversée, une casse, table de pong de bière et coussins de canapé ajouté à la catastrophe.
Luke a déverrouillé son téléphone pour regarder l'heure, provoquant une expression dévastée pour se former le long de son visage, "Shit." Luke s'est précipité à travers la maison de la fraternité et dans sa chambre, en tirant des vêtements aléatoires et en les jetant dessus. Il s'est précipité dans la salle de bain, ignorant la fille ivre qui s'est évanouie à côté des toilettes pour réparer ses cheveux et son visage pour le rendre plus présentable. Il a jeté quelques morceaux de gomme à la menthe dans sa bouche pour noyer son souffle matinal en jetant son sac sur son épaule et en sprintant en classe.
Le froid d'automne semblait n'avoir aucun effet sur lui à cause de son adrénaline précipitée alors qu'il foulait les portes ouvertes et balayait autour des étudiants entrants. Il n'a pas fallu longtemps pour qu'il soit à l'extérieur des portes de son cours du matin. Il prit un moment pour reprendre son souffle et se fixer, ouvrant la porte alors que plusieurs têtes se tournaient vers lui. Luc a fait un doux clin d'œil de sa tête alors qu'il se rendait tranquillement à son siège habituel, assis incomfortablement et embarrassé. Le professeur a même pris un moment de silence pendant que Luc marchait honteusement, tard. La fille à côté de lui dédaignait alors qu'elle murmurait pour lui, "Tu sens dégoûtant."
Comme le professeur a continué la conférence, une fille de derrière lui s'est penchée sur, "Cool fête hier soir, Luke." Le commentaire a été suivi d'une série de rires.
La classe était presque terminée, la classe étant congédiée seulement trente minutes après l'arrivée de Luke. La fille à côté de lui a commenté: «Pourquoi avez-vous même pris la peine d'entrer aujourd'hui?»
Alors que Luc était populaire parmi beaucoup d'étudiants, il n'était pas nécessairement favorisé dans ses cours d'anatomie humaine puisqu'il excellait tout en ayant une attitude coriace. Il a ignoré le commentaire et s'est approché de l'enseignant alors que les élèves commençaient à verser de la classe, « Qu'ai-je manqué aujourd'hui, enseigner? »
L'enseignante a parlé avec fermeté, son short, sa bob brune et ses lunettes en forme de chat lui ont fait une professeure très mémorable. Elle n'a pas pris la peine de le regarder, sentant probablement l'odeur de la fête d'hier soir hors de lui », j'ai passé en revue la section suivante et introduit une nouvelle terminologie médicale qui ne sont pas énumérées dans les sections. Voici un paquet qui est attribué à chaque élève, en attente de la prochaine classe." Elle s'arrêta alors qu'elle se brouillait dans tous les journaux, « Aussi, ici. » Elle lui a remis un paquet épais qui était un essai écrit par Luke marqué de "D".
"D!? Tu te moques de moi, n'est-ce pas?" Luke s'est interrogé, semblant être dévasté une deuxième fois aujourd'hui.
"Je n'étais pas du tout impressionné, peut-être que vous devriez passer moins de temps à faire la fête, et plus de temps à étudier," Elle lui a donné un faux sourire et a commencé à organiser des choses dans son sac.
"Attendez, attendez, attendez, mais vous avez vu mon travail! Tu as vu ce que je peux faire! Vous ne pouvez pas me dire qu'aucun autre élève de cette classe n'est meilleur que moi quand il s'agit de pratique médicale », a essayé défensivement de la convaincre.
"Je ne suis pas autorisé à dire si c'est vrai ou pas," Elle a rassemblé ses affaires et s'est arrêtée avant de quitter la pièce, "Votre cabinet médical est étrangement incroyable, et franchement, je ne sais pas comment vous le faites. Votre journal -- qui parle autrement. Répare-le et peut-être que je changerai la note." Avec ça, elle est sortie de la chambre.
Luke soupirait, regardant le journal dans la pièce vide, l'encre rouge semblait se moquer de lui et se moquer de lui. Bien que, au-delà de toutes les métaphores relatives aux lettres rieuses, l'encre lui semblait avoir une présence étrange. Le rouge glissait avec de légères modifications pigmentaires et une douce lueur, tandis que l'encre saignait plus épais et commençait à s'étirer pour présenter une lettre plus audacieuse. Luke s'est cogné un sourcil et a ignoré le moment particulier, en farçant le papier dans son sac.
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Alors que le début difficile de la journée de Luke impliquerait qu'il serait préférable de rattraper le sommeil et d'étudier le matériel qu'il a manqué en classe, il a plutôt fait, une autre, mauvaise décision et a marché dans les rues de Salem, repensant ses actions et essayant de se rappeler les événements de la fête des dernières nuits. Une partie de lui a également erré pour éviter de retourner à la maison de la fraternité d'une réticence à nettoyer le désordre qui a été fait. Alors que sa tête battait encore d'une gueule de bois, il se dirigea vers l'un de ses pubs locaux privilégiés. Peut-être que c'est son héritage irlandais qui l'a fait avoir un petit coin dans son cœur pour les pubs locaux et les boutiques de maman et de pop. Quoi qu'il en soit, Luke désirait plus de boissons malgré sa gueule de bois, mais c'était réparable. Il s'est dirigé vers un petit allié et a cherché des témoins potentiels. Sans personne en vue, Luc mit ses doigts dans ses temples, ferma les yeux et jeta rapidement un sort pour atténuer les symptômes de sa gueule de bois. Avec ça, il était temps d'entrer dans le pub.
Luke, vêtu de sa veste en cuir, de joggers gris et de t-shirt noir, s'est rendu au bar et a mis son sac à dos noir à côté de son tabouret. En commandant le cidre délicieusement brassé des toilettes, il a vu l'homme à côté de lui avec la même boisson. Sans jeter un coup d'œil à son apparence, sa bouche s'ouvrit, « Grand choix de boissons ». Luke chuckled, mais son attention a rapidement été prise du cidre et déplacé aux cartes de Tarot. Luke connaissait ces cartes et son esprit courut à son côté surnaturel et les hypothèses commencèrent à se former. Bien que, il était courant pour les humains réguliers d'essayer d'utiliser ses pouvoirs potentiels de divination, pas seulement les sorcières et les sorciers. C'est alors que Luc étudiera son apparence pour essayer de discerner s'il était surnaturel. Être à Salem, les chances étaient plus probables que n'importe où ailleurs.
Un homme qui portait des cheveux gris foncé et blanc, et une tenue qui correspond à la description d'un travailleur. Sa déchirure pourrait être considérée comme un loup-garou s'il était d'une espèce surnaturelle, mais Luc a choisi de ne pas l'assumer. Luke prit une gorgée de son cidre et l'interrogea à la place : « Cela ne ressemble pas à votre jeu de cartes ordinaire. Qu'est-ce qu'ils sont?"
{ ”Nobody looks back in life and remembers the nights they got plenty of sleep.” }
||  You’ll never know if you don’t go, you’ll never shine if you don’t glow ||
|| When you see my face, hope it gives you hell ||
|| Oh, my, god. Becky, look at her butt ||
✙| {Full Name} |
Lucas Travis Myers Jr.
✙| {Nickname} |
Introduces himself as Luke, though doesn’t care when people refer to him as Lucas. Close relatives call him Travis so they don’t mix him up with his father.
✙| {Date of Birth} |
April, 24th
✙| {Age} |
27
✙| {Gender} |
Male
✙| {Sexuality} |
Bisexual
✙| {Relationship Status} |
Single and readily mingling
✙| {Role} |
Warlock of the Northeast Massachusetts Coven
✙| {Occupation} |
College-student || Intern at Salem Hospital
✙| {Face Claim} |

✙| {Dialogue Color} |
80C48D
✙| {Appearance} |
A tanned, brunette with big brown eyes and a cheeky smile make for a perfect member to a popular fraternity. Blessed with a body that doesn’t require strenuous exercising to maintain a toned, masculine figure, he styles his body with nice, trendy clothes to accommodate for his preppy style. Although his face holds a youthful, clear complexion that is free of acne, small scars can be seen from past fist fights with high school rivals and angry, drunken fights. Lucas shows expression very well subconsciously, hold With dimples that sit below his prominent cheekbones and beside his soft lips, he easily creates a nerdy cute persona. Lucas keeps his hair well-groomed and nicely styled nearly all the time, feeling awkward if he goes into public with unkempt hair.
Lucas has a masculine, yet boyish, charm to him, finding it easy to woo the girls, save for the struggle he has for the ladies that are taller and/or bigger in size. Though standing at 5’7” has it’s perks, whether it be fitting into the high school crowd at local parties, or not standing out when running from cops at a busted party. As an avid party-goer, Lucas also sometimes bears dark circles from the lack of sleep he gets.
✙| {Habits & Quirks} |
 Shaking his knee from restlessness
 Fidgeting with his hands due to social anxiety during interactions with new people
 Cracking his knuckles before telling a story
 Talking with his hands
 Constantly touching someone or getting too close during conversations
 Letting out loud noises while stretching or when flustered
 Singing songs loudly that are stuck in his head

✙| {Hobbies} |
 Performing magic successfully
 Going out to parties with his fraternity
 Crashing local high school parties
 Meeting new people
 Seducing people
 Singing and playing guitar
 Romance movies
 Helping those in need
 Saving lives
✙| {Likes} |
 The attention from others
 Proving people wrong, especially those that doubt his abilities
 Being the top of his class
 Being a smart ass
 Getting what he wants
 Being honored for his hard work
 Big parties
 Loud music
 Driving in the fast lane
 Being all that and a bag of chips
✙| {Dislikes} |
 Snobby people
 Being turned down
 Being doubted
 Insects
 Being stood up
 Fake people
 People that don’t keep to their word
 People that belittle him
 Being hungover
 Slow drivers
✙| {Fears} |
 The ocean
 Being alone in life
 Losing his friends and family
 Being the cause of a patient’s death
✙| {Secrets} |
Call it cheating, call it whatever you like, at least the job is done. Lucas brings magic to the doctor’s table, the surgeon’s table, hell, even to the kitchen table. Nowadays, Lucas treats injuries primarily through magic, rather than first aid and medical doctor practice. Although his skill with medical practice is adequate, the quickness and the shortcut through magic gives him his title of ‘The Best Medical Intern from Salem Massachusetts’. This secret not only gives him his title, but it is hastening his progress through medical school which will save time and money in the long run as well as ensuring great career opportunities post-graduation.
Aside from what could be a harmless secret, Luke also bears another secret despite his attempts at being an open book. Just starting medical school, at one of the biggest parties not too far from campus, it would seem as if there was a contest on who could get the highest high. As things were taken too far, a close friend’s girlfriend began to have a severe reaction between a mix of various drugs and potent alcohol. Afraid to get assistance from cops, Luke attempted his magic once he brought her to a quiet place with nobody around, but his own high clouded his focus and reversed the effects of a difficult spell meant to be a detoxification. The girl became poisoned and her blood ran black and thick with only seconds left to live in which was only filled with screams from a burst of pain. The door flung open as people crowded around the body in horror. Luke had to continue his life knowing the blood that was on his hands, blaming the drugs for the terrible incident.
✙| {Abilities} |
Luke excels in what he calls ‘green’ magic. Joining medical school and learning the human anatomy helps him understand which spells would be good in certain situations. Luke can get a rough analysis on the condition of a given body through the touch of his skin upon theirs.
Along these lines, Luke can:
 Seal minor cuts and wounds
 Disinfect certain wounds
 Detoxify tainted blood or cause the body to expel infectious substances, depending on the severity
 Numb the symptoms of an illness
 Hasten the recovery of severe wounds
 Cure certain poisons or toxins
 Stop the bleeding of specific wounds
 Extinguish fires without water or smothering
 Cures to smaller wounds such as calluses, pink eye, headaches, etc. 
While Luke specializes and often practices with wounds and already established injuries, he is going further into green magic and learning of boons, protections, and wards. 
✙| {Limitations} |
While green magic is very effective and beneficial, it requires heavy focus and a still patient. Recovery magic is difficult to indulge in due to the high percentages of failures, nulls/duds, or even reverse effects. For green magic, the effectiveness of the given spell is determined by proper diagnosis of the individual. Healing an individual correctly requires the correct spell for the correct injury/illness. To add, Luke has no knowledge of offensive magic and is incapable of fighting off other supernaturals or hunters respectively.
✙| {Personality} |
♦ Intelligent ♦ Gullible ♦ Determined ♦ Competitive ♦
Luke grew up with a brain that easily retains information, especially with subjects that he has interest in. Thus, Luke excelled in school and maintained high scores while going out to party with friends nearly every night. Being the guy to cheat from in school and the guy to down shots with, he was pretty likable by most. Although, Luke’s kind nature and befriending personality makes him gullible and naive to those that intend to use him, often leading to him with a depressed mood. Although, that mood is very short-lived from him being outgoing and optimistic in nature.
Luke enjoys helping people and making others happy, mixing this enjoyment with his interest in human anatomy and medical practices. Thus, he attended undergraduate school and quickly went on into medical school, whilst partying with friends along the way. Luke has a competitive nature and seeks to be at the top, especially in fields where he is known to excel in. Due to this trait, he finds himself being a dare devil a lot of the times from trying to prove others wrong when they doubt him.
✙| {Place of Origin} |
Dallas, Texas
✙| {Background} |
Luke grew up with a big family, which was common for a Texan. He was easily liked by most, but wasn’t the favorited child between the 6 of them. Luke, being the 4th child born, bore his childish, smart-ass personality at a very young age, and still keeps it to this day. Thus, Luke was found getting paddled more often than most, and getting into things that he shouldn’t. With a full house and busy parents, the farm animals were maintained by all the children and their chores were extra strenuous from the upkeep of everything. Pressingly, Luke attended school as your average popular student, though he never fit the term of jock since he never really delved in sports as much as the title required.
Life was ordinary, save for the big family, large celebrations, and the mix of personalities from each of the siblings. During his first year of middle school, he began to notice small inhumane abilities forming. Whether it be moving an object slightly from the thought of his mind, or strengthening the flames of a fire, he knew he was the cause. Not wanting to feel like a fool, Luke kept this peculiar change to himself easily, finding fun ways to exercise the possibility of manipulating magic. Although the magic was incredibly minor, the presence of it was known by his mother who held the gene of having potential magic-using offspring. Without excitement, nor hate, she confronted him about the situation and offered him a thick book titled ‘The Pow-Wow’s’. Luke held a sense of excitement while she explained their heritage and their capabilities. Their German ancestors bore the specializing gene in, what they called, ‘green’ magic. The Hohmann’s were the first family to indulge in it’s broad range of spells, creating a book that was passed down from generation to generation to continue the legacy. Though the story was intriguing and the title was honorable, fear was clearly reciprocated from her expression.
Green magic is great to indulge in since it does more good than harm, but they are made easy targets for those that hunt their kind. As Luke’s mother explained to him, his broad range of magic went away and he began to specialize only in green magic — causing flames to grow and moving things with his mind were now out of the picture. The book contained several spells, incantations, artwork, reagents for spells and higher success rates, and even rituals. Some sections of the book even went in-depth towards necromancy, though Luke never found that type of magic to interest him since it was more ritualistic and creepy.
The secret didn’t last, spilling the news to the rest of the family which caused minor jealousy of his siblings, but also higher expectations of Luke. Adjoining his passion for learning, medical practice, and green magic, he decided to join medical school. Though, Luke noticed his family becoming more and more distant. The distance was caused from fear of attacks and blamed him for taking their safety away just from his presence.
The location was perfect for an attack, but tricky to find since they lived within a very woodsy area. As he became more and more of a fully-fletched warlock, his scent was easier to pick up. An attack by a hunter would’ve been the best possible scenario, but instead, an attack from a vampire thirsting for witch’s blood. It could be blamed upon Luke’s mother for not warning him of the precautions he should take and what realm he was forcibly entering, but the woman worked so much.
The vampire tore through doors, rooms and cabinets as the family hid in various places around he house. Luke, stationed in his bedroom located in the attic, scrambled through his book to try to find some sort of spell that wasn’t relating to healing. Without luck, Luke threw the book aside and held a dull, pocket knife in his hand awaiting for the intruder. Storming footsteps made it’s way upstairs only to be faced with his mother's distressed face shouting for him, tears streaming down her face. Luke faced her, panicking, as she quickly explained her escape plan for him and the family. The moments were so rushed, and the distant intruder was clearly heard approaching them. Luke’s mother cleared the floor and began to throw different reagents on the ground and sprinkled some sort of pattern on the ground. Luke fled underneath his bed, peaking out to watch the scene as the vampire sped up the stairs nearly instantaneously. A quick incantation was recited and a bright light was formed, causing Luke to get a clear look at the vampire’s face before the two of them vanished. The teleportation spell was successful.
The family fled to a relative’s home deep within the busy streets of Dallas, and it was then described that Luke’s mother was a full-fletched witch that didn’t intend to procreate more of her being, though it was inevitable. The fear in her eyes was formed because she knew what was to come. Hopelessly trying to disguise their scent on a day to day basis, the scent of two witches could be assumed to be a growing coven, resulting in the attack.
Without much time to grieve, Luke graduated early and fled to Salem, Massachusetts to pursue medical school and adjoin with Tracy Winnow and her established coven to live in a place where he fits in and where he has protection from reoccurring attacks. It was there that Luke began lessons on the supernatural realm and what to expect by Tracy herself. They grew closer and she began to fill that motherly figure spot that was taken away from Luke. Thankful for her guidance and for accepting him to live within her ranks, he looks up to her, goes to her for advice, and respects her highly as if she were his own mother.
✙| {Extra} |
Luke is smart and an incredibly fast learner when it comes to textbooks and subjects relating to science and mathematics, thus resulting in his young age while interning at a hospital. He performs several medical procedures but only observes surgeries since he is not permitted to participate in that specific practice.
Has a faint southern drawl still.