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◈  — mari asano ( magicduuo‌ )

“Just like Father’s study.” She mumbled to herself looking around the rustic setting. There was a few people and one guy with some over-gelled hair. “Shit.” She muttered. “He spotted me.” Mari decided to walk his way hoping she wasn’t making a horrible decision.

Mari sighed in relief when she heard the question. “Why not.” Mari said eyeing the other. “What do you recommend, Jonny HairGel.” she asked not caring for the nickname. 

    aaron looked at the brunette through the corner of his eye, before looking over his shoulder and meeting her gaze. he tilted his head, as if gesturing at the menu that hung on the wall behind the bar. in the distance, he could hear the clacking of the billiard balls, followed by a groan. her wit made him utter a chuckle. “wow, you’re clever,” the young man grinned. “well, johnny hairgel recommends the classic rum and tonic, or a bud light if you’re after something more mellow. what’s your go-to?” 

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◈  — callista creighton  ( ohwiitches‌ )

“since when are you a lightweight drinker?” callie teased and slid onto the stool next to him. “but yes, after the day i’ve had i need something to make me forget.” without hesitation the brunette took the glass in front of him and took a rather large swig from it. “what are we drinking to today?” she inquired, leaning her arm against the bar and resting her head in her hand to look at aaron. “also you won’t believe what happened to me today.”

  “since this morning, when a hangover headache kicked my ass,” aaron retorted, although lightheartedly. “was it that shitty of a day?” a subtle trace of incredulity followed his words. perhaps it was because he had had it easy for a while that he asked. his eyebrows furrowed just as his eyes followed her hand, stealing his glass right in front of him. “hey, what the hell?! i didn’t offer to get you your own for nothin’,” the brunet joked, yet again. “test me - what happened to you today?”

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  — 𝓽he air in the room smelled of old wood, liquor and butterscotch. the symphony of chuckles and chats played as it usually did, occasionally accompanied by clinking of glasses or the ringing of the bell hanging from the door frame announcing the arrival of another customer. aaron had taken one of the seats by the bar, and his glass remained half-full (  or half-empty, depending on who was asked ). he looked around, locking eyes with someone before nodding in the direction of the bar. 

   “ d’you fancy a free drink ? everything on the menu’s 2 x 1 today, ” he asked, gesturing at his glass. it was as though finishing that one drink was taking him ages, so he couldn’t imagine having to get a second one on top of it.

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⎈ [ jordan connor, cis male, he/him ] something wicked this way comes! is that aaron bishop? the twenty six year old warlock who others often describe as pragmatic and energetic but i hear can also be aloof and arrogant. he has been a part of the founder coven for eight years. when i think of them i usually think of rooftops, shelves replete with old recognition awards, sleepless nights, the satisfaction of saying “i told you so”, daytime moons and how proficient they are in telepathy. hope they haven’t made any enemies as of late.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆  hello! it’s mar here ( mar#5651 in discord ), i’m 18 and in the gmt+2 timezone - oh yeah, and i’ll be writing aaron. i’ll see if i write a biography for him, but in the meantime, here are some points about him

                                                            『 BACKSTORY 』  

 ❈  aaron is an only child. he grew up not extremely spoiled, but certainly highly loved by his parents. 

  ❈   as a kid, he was somewhat of a ringleader. he had a knack for persuading people - young kids, especially - given his silver tongue and boldness. he was the type to convince others to climb to the highest part of the playground no matter how reckless or dangerous it seemed. he would constantly come home with scraped knees and not be fazed by it. 

 ❈   his teenage years were his golden ones. aaron had proved to be a clever kid, but it was during his time in middle school and high school, around the time his powers began developing, that he realized he’d be a fool if he didn’t profit off of the magic in his blood. he was an above-average student with an enviable academic performance and when topped with his involvement in clubs and teams, it made his name resonate. he was the football team linebacker, student council president, math olympiad champion and debate club president. the thing is, a lot of it was bullshit. his proficiency in telepathy handed him his fame, allowing him to access answers, game strategies and the like from others’ heads. tl;dr: he was a cheat through and through. however, he was a charming and clever one - how could he not be, when he was telling people exactly what they wanted to hear? 

❈   now, possessing such useful skill showered him with advantages and gifts. he was no idiot, and so he kept it a secret in order to exploit it as much as he could. when he was done with high school, he joined the founder coven. he 100% believed that being so open about ones’ powers would get them killed ( or, in his case, humiliated and stripped off all the privileges he’d gotten for himself ), so being unwilling to jeopardize this comfortable safety, he joined the founder coven ( as it’s known, the founder coven encourages witches, wixen, and wizards to keep their abilities secret or suppressed, whereas new salem supports a more vocal, open approach in which wixen are taught to involve their powers in their everyday lives ).

    ↘  suddenly BOOM - it all backfired. the founder coven’s beliefs regarding secrecy and conservativism didn’t sit well with him. without his powers, what would become of him? he’s bullshitted his way through everything to the point where nothing is real, and he fears that staying with the founders will get him stuck, or land him in a position he will not enjoy in the slightest. so now, what is there to do? he’s considered joining the new salem coven, yet has kept quiet about these plans and thoughts ( even more so after one of the founding witches was burned at the stake ). he’s continued to use his powers at his own discretion, but then again, how long is the fun going to last him before the founder coven finds out? ON THE OTHER HAND (!), there’s still that voice at the back of his mind that has him clutching onto the safety provided and preached by the founders ( who’s to say that new salem’s unrestricted and reckless mindset won’t make him the next one to die at the stake? )

                                                           『 STATISTICS 』  

» FULL NAME: aaron james bishop

» AGE: twenty six years old

» BIRTHDAY: july 29th

» ZODIAC SIGN: leo

» ENNEAGRAM: type 3, the achiever

» TRAITS: (+) energetic, pragmatic, clever, diplomatic, humorous, creative | (-) image-conscious, aloof, arrogant, indecisive, deceitful, manipulative

» SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual demiromantic

                                                          『 CONNECTIONS 』  

» FRIENDS: could be within the founder coven, but i’m open to him having secret friendships from the new salem coven too! 

» ENEMIES: maybe they are rubbed the wrong way by the each other’s beliefs or attitude? maybe they are very competitive? maybe one sour interaction led to them not getting along right away, and now they can’t stand the sight of the other? 

» OTHERS: exes? one night stands? estranged friendships? connections within the founder coven? literally everything else.