Post by Patrick Gill on Jan 2, 2012 0:42:44 GMT -5
Patrick m a g n u s Gill
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{Drivin' faster in my car, falling farther from just what we are. Smoke a cigarette and lie some more, these conversations kill. Drivin' faster in my car…}
Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things
[/color][/font]Baby take my hand, don't fear the reaper. And she ran to him, then they started to fly.
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Are You There God? It's Me, Dean Winchester
[/color][/font]Carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you're done. Lay your weary head to rest.[/center]
Nickname/Alias[/color]: Tawny Gillie, Charlemagne, King Ten
Sex[/color]: Male
Age[/color]: 902 (looks early-to-mid 30s)
Sexual Orientation[/color]: Straight
Member Group[/color]: Citizen - Witch
Canon or Original[/color]: Canon, and then some
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The Usual Suspects And What Should Never Be
[/color][/font]Sometimes I get a feeling, deep in my soul. Sometimes I get a feeling, deep in my bones.[/center]
Hair[/color]: Very dark brown, shaggy layered jaw length curls sometimes tamed and combed back with gel (he let his hair grow back a wee bit since the Winchesters first ran into him)
Height & Weight[/color]: 5ft 9in, 167lbs
Body Type[/color]: Athletic but lean, often described as wiry or gaunt
Distinguishing Features[/color]: Close inspection will reveal a dark scar at the base of Patrick’s skull where someone once tried to decapitate him with an axe. Although they’re all easily hidden by the suits he wears, Patrick’s back is dotted with a range of protective sigils that keep him possession-proof and near-impossible to kill. He also has three non-magick tattoos; a Celtic knot on his left bicep, English text running down the underside of his right bicep that reads “live free or die” and his most significant mark, a set of four card symbols recently tattooed in a grid around an old bullet wound scar covering his heart (5♦, Q♥, 3♣ & K♥)
Face Claim[/color]: Halil Ozsan
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It's the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester
[/color][/font]I see the bad moon arising. Don't go around tonight, well it’s bound to take your life.[/i][/center]
Dislikes[/color]: Cheats, haughtiness, angry boyfriends/husbands/brothers/sons, the countryside, roughing it, isolation, medieval Germany, monogamy, jealous women, primitive monsters, witches who rely on demon deals, Inquisitors, Witchfinder Generals or Templar Knights (pains in the arses one & all, long before the days of Hunters)
Strength[/color]: Supernaturally extended lifespan and accelerated healing, finely honed sense of intuition, wide breadth of occult knowledge
Weaknesses[/color]: Vulnerable to magic used against him (especially reversal spells), a tendency to fall in lust too quickly, is constantly pushing the boundaries of magic healing to a dangerous breaking point, as a gambler he can never resist a challenge or bet
Fears[/color]: Never being able to feel whole again after his partner Lia’s death, loosing his extra years earned through witches’ poker and living life as an old man
Secrets[/color]: To cope with his numbingly long life Patrick has become a serial seducer and a masochist – he invented cons like the ‘roadkill’ trick because he gets off on the pain and adrenaline rush of being hit by a car as much as the rush of endorphins from sex. Patrick’s grief over Lia is always at its worst when he can’t find comfort in company – A few bad days in isolation is probably all it would take for Patrick to do something stupid like create a zombie or ask a crossroads demon to drag Lia back from the dead.
Habits/Quirks[/color]: Patrick often plays with/chews toothpicks, a tiny comforting throwback to the ancient days when he carried a wooden wand. Other than the toothpicks he always carries a deck of cards, a lighter, a couple of poker chips and a couple of quarters for impromptu card readings, magic tricks or poker games and will often sit fiddling with one of these props to keep his hands occupied. He also kept his ex-lover’s silver locket and often kisses it for luck or runs it through his fingers like a rosary chain.
Overall Personality[/color]: Patrick is a born survivor. Having seen his parents bury several brothers and sisters he understood from an early age that life could be nasty, brutish and short. It motivated him to hone his instincts and learn how to tilt the odds in his favour through magick.
He has a skewed sense of morality that has evolved around the playing cards he lives by. Life to Patrick is a game where everybody is dealt their own hand and must learn how to play or bluff each other accordingly. He gets highly irritated by anyone hiding their true motives from him and will fly into a rage when he is tricked, cheated or blamed for things which he is not responsible for. On the other hand he has a great respect for those who can outwit him on his own terms and has an acute soft spot for anyone he judges to be open and sincere.
When it comes to women Patrick is a bit of a romantic but also a polyamorist and therefore never a loyal lover. Every woman he sleeps with is someone he genuinely falls for in some way, but his moods are changeable - his ability to adapt through the ages lies with his mercurial nature. Sometimes a person will hold his attention for an hour, sometimes a century. It depends on Patrick as much as the object of his attention.
The witch has an acerbic sense of humour that sometimes borders on cruel, as well as a total lack of respect for authority thanks to all his early days of double-dealing. Although he wouldn’t admit it, he does enjoy wielding power over ‘lesser mortals’. He only gets antagonistic with those who provoke him or seem too confident of their own superiority, to the point where some could be forgiven for thinking Patrick was a trickster.[/ul][/size]
There Is A Monster At The End Of The Book
[/color][/font]You're as cold as ice, you're willing to sacrifice our love. You know that you are.[/center]
Mothers Name[/color]: Conchobhur Mac Manannan Rionach
Fathers Name[/color]: Mac Maghnusa Manus Gilla Buidhe
Siblings[/color]: None that survived beyond infancy
Overall History[/color]: (Which became scarily long due to a 900 year backstory…) Gilla Patraig was born in the year 1110. His father was Buidhe, a Dublin clan leader who had converted to Christianity and his mother was Rionach, the youngest daughter of a druid living out on the wild edges of the settlement. Despite her remote upbringing Rionach was renowned for her beauty and Buidhe made it his mission to seek her out and claim her for his own. Rionach wasn’t altogether unwilling but deeply resented her husband’s decree that she was not to practise the pagan ways of her father and instead revere Buidhe’s nameless God from the Middle East.
He and Rionach had twelve children in total, but only the seventh, Patraig, survived beyond childhood. This was specifically because Patraig was the only child Rionach managed to smuggle out of Dublin to be treated by her father instead of the town midwives, saving him from the birth defects and illnesses that claimed his siblings. He grew up leading a double life, openly attending a Celtic Christian church within the walls of the Viking city while secretly studying ‘the old ways’ sat at his grandfather’s feet out on the wilds. This was true magick rather than the superficial power offered by deals with demons or faeries, a rare craft even then.
Eventually Buidhe discovered that his wife and son had defied his wishes to follow only Christianity. He flew into a rage and threatened to have Rionach burnt at the stake as a witch. Terrified and struggling, Rionach accidentally fell down a steep flight of stairs and broke her neck. Patraig arrived just a little too late. Having inherited his father’s temper the teenager turned the Conchobhur magick he had learnt against the Mac Maghnusa patriarch. Buidhe’s screams of pain as he died were a death knell for his only son. Patraig was forced to flee Dublin for his life and the murder of both parents were attributed to him.
After wandering Ireland as a fugitive, thief and street entertainer for nearly a decade Patraig was finally cornered by bounty hunters. There was no point protesting his innocence. His grandfather had already been forced to confess various magic practices and made out to be a devil worshipper before his own execution. Using the most extreme magic he could muster, Patraig was able to fake his own death and the hunt was simply called off. Unseen in the wake, he pushed his way out of a shallow grave, slipped onto a trade ship and emigrated to England. In this new country the natives found it difficult to pronounce his full name in Middle Irish. He began to use a series of spelling variations, Mac Maghnusa became Magnus, Mag Uidhir became Maguire, Gilla became Giolla or Gillie and Patraig became Patrick. Varying the changes and combinations helped him to cover his tracks and leave his past behind him.
The mainland Britain of the 1130s that ‘Patrick’ entered was already slipping into a period known as “the Anarchy” characterised by revolution and lawlessness. The Welsh were revolting against their Norman rulers, English forces constantly had to barter and battle over borderlands claimed by the King of Scotland and many Englishmen were rebelling against their own King in favour of his half-sister who had been named as true heir. Within this chaos, Patrick thrived.
While bloody civil war was raging, many men from each community left to fight, sometimes never to return. Horses were requisitioned, food prices soared, and taxation became crushing. Rumours abounded, apocalyptic visions were seen in the sky, and speculation was rife about which enemy would arrive first: the revolutionaries or the plague. Parishes were blighted by sickness and misfortune, not helped by paranoia-fuelled local conflicts over religion, politics and poor relief. Suspicions festered that neighbours had made pacts with the Devil or that evil spirits were to blame for a village’s ills. People were practically crying out for help or restoration of faith. Patrick worked as his grandfather once had in Ireland, offering magical counter-measures or clarification that nothing supernatural was involved. He showed housewives how to repel evil and showed hunters how to really hunt. Wherever Patrick worked, people’s hopes were raised; however powerless they were to resist the enemy without, at least they could fight the enemy within.
But the life of a wandering witch was lonely and not well paid. As the seventh son of a seventh son, Patrick was far too charming to go unrewarded or sleep alone unwilling. His habit of taking years from others’ lives to clear their debts or stealing belongings for what he felt was fair payment proved to be his undoing. Ending up in the beds of married women or previously chaste girls certainly didn’t help either. Rumour, it seemed, could spread faster than a horse could run. More and more frequently he crossed new county borders only to find his reputation proceeded him as a rogue and a charlatan. Moving on to greener pastures, Patrick yet again faked his own death in order to escape a lynch mob and steal away on a cargo ship, this time bound for France. Working as he had in Britain, Patrick was able to travel through Medieval Europe without too much trouble.
During his time in France he met his first great love, a peasant-turned-conwoman called Jeanne of Domrémy. It was Jeanne who first introduced Patrick to the 52 cards that now make up a modern playing card deck. He fell instantly in love with the card system as much as the woman who had already mastered it. The cards’ clean elegance and modernism as a magick tool compared to runes or entrail reading seemed far superior to him, and offered far more possibility than dice or dreidel. Travelling from tavern to tavern in France and Spain, the cards allowed him to incorporate his well-practised slight-of-hand into gambling and performance as well as fortune telling. His love of the playing cards eventually led to his turning the give and take of life-force into a game, using players’ own greed against them and gradually numbing him to the guilt of taking years from those who perhaps did not have that many to spare. He passed on some years to Jeanne in the belief that she would remain just as invulnerable as him and for nearly 200 years it seemed to have worked. But when they were captured in Germany and tried for a series of thefts and suspicious deaths it was Patrick alone who survived the strike of the executioner’s axe and escaped.
Traditional, tolerant, attitudes towards the kind of magic Patrick practised began to change in the 14th century, at the very tail end of the Dark Ages. Central Europe was seized by a series of semi-racist rumour panics (conspiracies about dark forces attempting to destroy the Christian kingdoms through magic and poison). After the terrible devastation caused by the Black Death, these rumours spread just as quickly as Bubonic Plague and focused primarily on magicians and travelling "plague-spreaders", making Patrick a prime candidate for harassment. In the 15th Century Patrick thought the dawn of what would become the Renaissance Era might ease the situation despite local lawmen conducting mass witchcraft trials throughout Europe. New lands were being discovered and great men like Leonardo DaVinci were making extraordinary technical discoveries. But by the mid 16th century, the persecution had truly skyrocketed. Spearheaded by the British Witchfinder Generals and Spanish Inquisition, the crazes, panics and mass hysteria became what many surviving European witches referred to as “the Great Hunt” or “the Burning Times”. By the 17th century, Patrick had given up trying to live peacefully in his native continent and disappeared into the Turkish Ottoman Empire. There he met his second great love, a courtesan called Raoxshna who followed Patrick’s habit of name tweaking and became Roxana after they fled the court of Sultan Murad III together.
Emerging into Asia, Patrick found ‘magician’ was a more common term than ‘witch’, and his kind were thought of more as entertainers and healers. His love of gold and women proved dangerous in some of the more orthodox Muslim communities but among Buddists, Hindus and a variety of eastern philosophies his presence was tolerated if not welcomed. Roxana joined Patrick in his journey to the Middle East to see the first lands claimed by his father’s Hebrew God as well as study some of the world’s oldest recorded magick. The couple then wandered briefly through India and eventually into China. While studying Tibetan magic Patrick began to hear stories about ‘the New World’ and thought they might do well to try their luck in this new land of opportunity. Roxana showed more interest in the pirate haven of New Holland or ‘Australia’ as it was becoming known. Tagging along with other migrant groups, the pair eventually came to Subic Bay in the Philippines, one of South East Asia’s busiest seaports. Roxana abandoned Patrick to board a Dutch trading ship bound for Japan. Angered and heartbroken by her disappearance, Patrick joined a group of Chinese Filipino sailors headed for the Americas. They braved the long journey to the western hemisphere and settled in the U.S. in 1750 on land that would eventually become part of Louisiana. The witch’s arrival in the states was recorded under the name Patrick Magnus Gill.
Arriving in the States, Patrick was shocked by the extremes the slave trade had taken on there. He took great pleasure in zeroing out overseers or plantation owners with a weakness for gambling. He was often able to relieve the wealthy of both their lifespan and the ownership of their human chattel in order to grant the slaves freedom. One such slave was Satronia Hunt, who already had a working knowledge of Hoodoo and joined Patrick to both learn from him and teach the Irishman her own magick. Satronia eventually had the dubious honour of becoming the only woman Patrick ever married.
When hostilities between the Union and the Confederacy kicked off, Patrick sided with the Union but did not want to fight. As far as he was concerned it was the English Anarchy all over again, and as before he saw himself as a foreigner whose best interests lay in exploiting the natives in their time of turmoil. Having once been a slave Satronia felt differently. She eventually convinced him to enlist and she joined the army with him disguised as a man. But Patrick’s reluctance even in the heart of battle eventually drove a wedge between the couple. Yet again, Patrick found it necessary to fake his own death in order to make a clean getaway. The witches wished each other good luck and Satronia went on to fight for the duration of the war. Patrick allowed himself to be shot through the heart and while he survived as usual, the sorrow of abandoning his wife left him with a scar that refused to heal.
Patrick decided to leave the States in favour of South America until the mayhem of the Civil War had ebbed. He returned in 1870 and after ending up in Pennsylvania he became part of a small audience for the first public demonstration of “the Phasmotrope” by Henry Renno Heyl in Philadelphia. A forerunner to the first camera, it showed a rapid succession of still photographs, giving the illusion of motion. To the audience that day, including Patrick, it seemed almost like magic as human dancers sat among the audience were simultaneously shown twirling across the projection wall. One of the dancers captured by the Phasmotrope was Amelia Camargo. She and Patrick took an instant liking to each other, and the witch discovered Amelia (or Lia as she preferred) was a young mother recently widowed with an infant daughter, Madeline. The dancer had no particular plans on what to do once Henry Heyl was finished with her. Patrick offered to escort her to New York where one of her cousins lived but by the time they reached the city Lia had fallen in love, discovered Patrick’s true nature and opted to stay by his side to learn magick. It was the closest Patrick ever got to having a family of his own.
Lia and Patrick raised Madeline as their own but Lia made it clear to the girl who her real father and paternal family were. Maddie didn’t embrace the life of a witch in the same way her mother did, especially gambling for others’ lifespans. Shortly after her seventeenth birthday the girl took her leave of the witches, moving back to Pennsylvania to live with family on her father’s side. Lia slumped into a depression that was to last for most of 1884-85 but eventually accepted her daughter’s decision. As a gift to cheer her up, Patrick bough Lia a locket into which she could seal a photograph Henry Heyl had taken of Maddie while Lia posed for the Phasmotrope.
The couple spent nearly 30 years travelling through Europe and Asia, revisiting sites from Patrick’s past. Patrick was amazed at how Dublin had changed since his departure, and Lia was the first person he found himself discussing his early years with in any depth. The pair even went as far afield as Japan and Australia out of curiosity over the fate of Patrick’s second companion, Roxana. All the while, Lia managed to keep up a correspondence with her daughter Maddie, and discovered by letter that she had become a mother-in-law, a grandmother and a great-grandmother. When the shadow of the First World War loomed large the witches returned to the relative safety of America. Lia arrived at her daughter’s house but her daughter, now well into her forties, was horrified to see that her mother and step-father hadn’t aged a day. She introduced Patrick and Lia to her own family as old friends and after one night asked them to find lodgings away from the family house.
Lia tried not to take the request as a rejection but felt cut off from her own family. Patrick kept them busy, running scams and playing games, never staying long in one place as they meandered around South America, North America and Canada, riding out The Great Depression, the Second World War, Vietnam and the Cold War. Then came the day Patrick had been dreading. In 1967, at the ripe old age of 97, Madeline died. Nobody at the funeral knew who the young-looking couple were and something inside Lia finally snapped.
She and Patrick tried to carry on as before and for another 42 years they travelled the globe, living like kings. But while Lia loved Patrick she had lost her love for life itself. When Patrick became the target of a close-knit Hunting trio, Lia tried to use the Hunters as the instrument of their destruction, passing on a reversal spell that would kill both her and Patrick. It failed but rather than let the Hunters take the blame, Lia finally admitted that she wanted to die, assuming Patrick would never willingly let her go. Realising how miserable his lover had become, Patrick let the Hunters go and played Lia in a final deadly hand of poker. She lost deliberately and Patrick reluctantly took back all the extra years of life he had given her. Lia died there at the table and Patrick was left devastated and alone once more.
Staring down the barrel of the Apocalypse his Christian father had lectured him about 900 years ago, Patrick threw himself headlong into a self-destructive bout of hedonism. When it looked like the end of days had been averted the witch was almost disappointed. Trying to get a grip on his life, he decided to settle for a while and took up semi-permanent residence in Las Vegas. He used his talents to try something that harked back to his days of street busking - taking over the magic show at the Luxor Theatre originally meant for the recently deceased Jeb Dexter (a supernatural incident but nothing to do with Patrick for once). Jeb’s support act ‘The Amazing Jay’ was an old-school slight of hand magician but turned out to have some experience with real magick too. It made him wise enough to keep Patrick‘s darker performance secrets. With the injection of a few extra poker-won years into the old man, the pair proved to be a popular act. Working in tandem Patrick and Jay became a big draw for Vegas magic fans while providing Patrick with the ideal hunting grounds for the poker games that fuelled his immortality, a neon-lit limbo in which to pause and consider where his future lay...
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Dream A Little Dream Of Me, Bloody Mary
[/color][/font]I never meant to be so bad to you, one thing I said that I would never do.[/center]
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“You knew. When you decided to come with me… this is what you wanted.” Patrick begged. He didn’t want to loose Lia. She’d kept him sane through the craziest century the world had ever known and he needed that simple empathy she radiated because it was such a fleeting commodity in the modern age. The part of him that loved her the most just couldn’t bare to put an end to someone so full of life, whether she stayed with him or not. “You’re still young. You’re so beautiful. You have me.”
“I miss my family. I’m sorry Patrick.”
“I thought you loved me.”
“I do. Sweetheart, of course I do. I thought I was cut out for this, but I’m not.”
He was going to miss having that soft voice call him sweetheart. “I don’t think I can do this without you.” He pleaded.
“You got on okay for a long time before you met me.” She offered the comment without a hint of sarcasm or patronisation. There was only encouraging warmth in her eyes and perhaps a little regret. It reminded him of the way she used to talk to little Madeline when imparting some nugget of common sense. She missed her daughter. He could see there was no swaying her now.
“…Check.”
“All in.” Those were the words Patrick had first spoken to bind Lia to him in eternal youth. She’d believed, at the time, that she belonged with the witch. But now she was throwing all those years away with the same resolve.
“All in.” Patrick dropped the King and Queen of Hearts onto the table. Another lover a long, long time ago had said the King of Hearts was Patrick’s card; the Suicide King forever stabbing himself in the head. Lia slowly upturned the Three of Clubs and the Five of Diamonds.
“Thank you.” she smiled even as the cataracts of old age clouded her eyes. Grey spread across her hair like hoarfrost from root down to tip. Soft warm skin turned to aged parchment cracked with the deep lines of every smile, every frown and every surprise her long life had brought her. It was still the kind and expressive face Patrick had fallen for all those years ago. The witch cupped his hands over his mouth to stifle a sob, watching Lia serenely give in to death, watching his life fall apart in front of him.[/ul]
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This application was made by JUL!ET. She worked really hard on
this and watched seasons one through three of Supernatural in 3 days.
She's so hardcore. And you wouldn't want to make
Dean Winchester Romeo mad by stealing it now would you?
He'd have to come after you with a stick. It wouldn't be pretty,
now go play nice and don't steal her stuff.
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This application was made by JUL!ET. She worked really hard on
this and watched seasons one through three of Supernatural in 3 days.
She's so hardcore. And you wouldn't want to make
He'd have to come after you with a stick. It wouldn't be pretty,
now go play nice and don't steal her stuff.
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