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Cullen Payne
| MALE GENDER | TWO THOUSAND SIXTY-SEVEN AGE | SEPTEMBER 19TH BIRTHDATE | MAGI SPECIES |
| N/A ANIMAL | NYC LOCATION | SCARLET COUNCIL AFFILIATION | HIGH PRIEST OCCUPATION |
personality
| POSITIVE - Articulate - Confident - Charismatic - Dedicated - Friendly - Intelligent - Observant - Organized - Patient - Polite - Resourceful - Romantic - Passionate - Politically Minded | NEGATIVE - Ambitious - Authoritarian - Complex - Private - Assertive - Calculating - Crafty - Proud - Strict - Over Protective - Authoritarian - Domineering - Possessive - Fatalistic |
biography
My father always saw me as a failure. In fact, from the moment that I was born, he was sure that I'd end up being just like my mother. To him, my mother was an abomination. A liar. A harlot. That's why he'd had her killed soon after I was born, after all. I can't say that I agreed with his methods, but I really didn't have any place to argue with a General of Greece's army. I didn't see the fact that she had been in the company of a man that wasn't my father as that great of an offense. I guess I was just a little more open-minded than most of my time period.
My father married soon after my mother died, and even though I was too young to understand anything that was happening, my step mother was one of the worst women that I've ever known. I was only a toddler then, and even though I was still very young when she came into my life, she never truly recognized me as her own. I didn't understand the concept, and I grew up thinking that she was my true mother. I tried not to allow her attitude toward me color my world, but as a child, I could always tell that she favored my younger brothers and sisters and looked at me with contempt every time I opened my mouth to speak. I had four younger brothers, and three younger sisters, but I never truly felt connected to them.
The General's wife constantly tried to find ways to make me question myself and my confidence, and my father never did anything about it. I think I realized that he resented me when I was only seven, and at that point, I think I'd also stopped caring. I grew up disconnected from my siblings and my parents, never really understanding why I felt so different from them. I could never place the look in my mothers eyes, or the tone in which my father spoke to me. It was as if I was just another one of his pawns on the war board, not his son. As a child, I didn't understand the hatred in which I was viewed. My own siblings treated me like dirt as I grew older, their minds tainted by my step-mothers opinions and words.
I was ten when I started having the visions. They were always as clear as day, but I never really understood that I was seeing the future. When that odd sense of deja vu clamped down on me whenever one of my visions seemed to come to pass, I simply pushed the feeling away, passing it off as some weird trick of the mind. At first the visions were just about the little things. Something that would happen to me the next day, or words that my father would throw at me in passing. They were always very clear though. It unnerved me. I knew my father was against magic of all kinds, and he was very strict about what we learned from our tutors. Slowly, though, the visions started to come at random times. I would be having a conversation with a friend, sibling, or family member, and I would zone out, become absent. When my vision would clear, I'd be tired and bewildered. When my father found out that I was having the visions, he promptly forbade any mentioning of magic. He wouldn't have it in his house or in his family, and he made a point to show that I would be unwelcome in their home if I even so much as looked at a spell book.
I tried to hide my visions, but as I grew in age, they became more prominent and quite a bit more important. The things that I saw always came to pass, but I couldn't say anything. My fathers hatred of magic always made me keep my mouth shut. I didn't understand where all the hatred came from. That was, however, until my step-mother made a point to say that I wasn't really her son. They'd told me on my twelfth birthday, the age in which I became a man. The only thing that my father told me was that I was the child of his first wife. One of the past Oracle's of Delphi. He even told me that he'd had her killed when I was just a baby because she'd been caught with another man. I don't think I'd ever felt so much hatred for my father until that point. I then realized why both my step-mother and my father always seemed to show such contempt for me. I knew why they'd colored my siblings minds with bad notions about magic.
From then on, I was determined to do everything that my father didn't want me to. I found other magi like me, and they started to teach me. I didn't practice it in front of my family, and they were none the wiser to my practices. I embraced my visions, coveting the power that I seemed to have inherited from my mother. However, I guess I drew too much attention to myself. It seemed that Apollo, angry that the spawn of my mothers betrayal had suddenly shown up on his radar, decided to target me. I didn't understand what was happening or who this unknown man was standing in the middle of my family's dining room during supper. My father grew furious the very moment he appeared, and I knew then that this was the man my mother had been caught with. Only when Apollo made it impossible for any of my family members to move and speak did he turn his attention to me. He explained who I was and that my mother had betrayed him for the General. He wanted me to pay for my mothers indiscretions, and was ready to take my life as a way to get back at her. It was Hecate who finally stepped in and dispatched the angry Apollo, explaining that I was far too important for the fellow god to just snuff out on a whim. Hecate was the only reason that I survived, though Apollo made a point to show that he despised me. Not wanting to fight with Hecate, he stepped down and was gone without another thought.
Hecate, knowing that I would now become the target of my fathers anger and rage, whisked me from my familial home and plunked me down in the middle of a magi family, effectively cutting me off from any further contact or harm that the General would have inflicted on me. I was welcomed into this family, and that's where I met Lucretia, or Lucy as I called her. She was a young girl my age, and she had yet to discover her abilities like I had. She became like the sister that I never had, and we grew very close over the years that I spent with her family. I worked with my new family for quite a long time, until I was eighteen. Most of the young, able bodied men were called to the battlefield, and I wasn't exempt. But even Hecate couldn't protect me from the hell storm that was my father.
The moment he laid eyes on me on that first day of training I knew I was screwed. He treated me much worse than all of the other recruits, but time and time again I was able to hold my own against him. In my first and only battle, my father was killed, and I was free of his cruelty. I, however, was too injured to keep on fighting, and was discharged to recover. I wasn't made for war like my father. I didn't care for spears and shields. I would much rather have fought with my magic. Hell knows the battle would have gone much better if I'd been able to, but keeping my abilities a secret was key.
It was around this time that Lucy and I met our first vampire. There had been quite a bit of fear surrounding the stories of the demons of the night, but we didn't believe them until we ran into one. It instantly went after us, but Lucy killed it before it hurt any of us too badly. We kept an eye on the stories from then on, and the fear in our little town grew even more as time wore on. The stories grew into fact, and people became too afraid to even walk out in the day time. Lucy, her family, and myself made a decision then.
We started the Council. We reached out to some of the most powerful Magi in Greece, and we pulled them in with promises of protection. As one of the founding members, I held quite a bit of power, and slowly the Council turned into a sort of governing body for the Magi and spread out across Europe. Our goal was to protect ourselves and others from the reveal of not only our magic, but from the bane that was the vampires. After almost three hundred years as one of the leaders of the Council, I had one of the most important visions of my life.
I had a vision that a few of the founding members of the council would be needed very far into the future. Not wanting to pass up the opportunity to keep things right in the world, my Council created a spell that would seal myself and two other founding members of the Council, Lucretia and another woman named Demetria, away with me. Our souls were placed into amulets and kept in the Council's vaults, and our bodies were sealed in various places around the world. Unfortunately, we were forgotten after being sealed away.
When the American branch of the Council broke off from the original Council, they took the amulets with them, unknowing of the people that they carried across the sea. In recent weeks, the Council found the documents pertaining to the sealing of myself and the two other founders, and they translated them. They were quick to locate our sealed bodies and the amulets, and within the last two weeks, all three of us were reconnected with our bodies and brought into the modern day. I have since taken up position as the High Priest of the Council, as even before I was brought back, they were still deciding on a new leader.
While this new world is very foreign to me, I still have that feeling that we will be needed before long. Thus, I'm currently getting to know this new world, and executing my power as the High Priest. Although, the very fact that supernaturals are now out in the open is very disconcerting for me. At least I still have Lucretia and Demetria to be by my side.
My father married soon after my mother died, and even though I was too young to understand anything that was happening, my step mother was one of the worst women that I've ever known. I was only a toddler then, and even though I was still very young when she came into my life, she never truly recognized me as her own. I didn't understand the concept, and I grew up thinking that she was my true mother. I tried not to allow her attitude toward me color my world, but as a child, I could always tell that she favored my younger brothers and sisters and looked at me with contempt every time I opened my mouth to speak. I had four younger brothers, and three younger sisters, but I never truly felt connected to them.
The General's wife constantly tried to find ways to make me question myself and my confidence, and my father never did anything about it. I think I realized that he resented me when I was only seven, and at that point, I think I'd also stopped caring. I grew up disconnected from my siblings and my parents, never really understanding why I felt so different from them. I could never place the look in my mothers eyes, or the tone in which my father spoke to me. It was as if I was just another one of his pawns on the war board, not his son. As a child, I didn't understand the hatred in which I was viewed. My own siblings treated me like dirt as I grew older, their minds tainted by my step-mothers opinions and words.
I was ten when I started having the visions. They were always as clear as day, but I never really understood that I was seeing the future. When that odd sense of deja vu clamped down on me whenever one of my visions seemed to come to pass, I simply pushed the feeling away, passing it off as some weird trick of the mind. At first the visions were just about the little things. Something that would happen to me the next day, or words that my father would throw at me in passing. They were always very clear though. It unnerved me. I knew my father was against magic of all kinds, and he was very strict about what we learned from our tutors. Slowly, though, the visions started to come at random times. I would be having a conversation with a friend, sibling, or family member, and I would zone out, become absent. When my vision would clear, I'd be tired and bewildered. When my father found out that I was having the visions, he promptly forbade any mentioning of magic. He wouldn't have it in his house or in his family, and he made a point to show that I would be unwelcome in their home if I even so much as looked at a spell book.
I tried to hide my visions, but as I grew in age, they became more prominent and quite a bit more important. The things that I saw always came to pass, but I couldn't say anything. My fathers hatred of magic always made me keep my mouth shut. I didn't understand where all the hatred came from. That was, however, until my step-mother made a point to say that I wasn't really her son. They'd told me on my twelfth birthday, the age in which I became a man. The only thing that my father told me was that I was the child of his first wife. One of the past Oracle's of Delphi. He even told me that he'd had her killed when I was just a baby because she'd been caught with another man. I don't think I'd ever felt so much hatred for my father until that point. I then realized why both my step-mother and my father always seemed to show such contempt for me. I knew why they'd colored my siblings minds with bad notions about magic.
From then on, I was determined to do everything that my father didn't want me to. I found other magi like me, and they started to teach me. I didn't practice it in front of my family, and they were none the wiser to my practices. I embraced my visions, coveting the power that I seemed to have inherited from my mother. However, I guess I drew too much attention to myself. It seemed that Apollo, angry that the spawn of my mothers betrayal had suddenly shown up on his radar, decided to target me. I didn't understand what was happening or who this unknown man was standing in the middle of my family's dining room during supper. My father grew furious the very moment he appeared, and I knew then that this was the man my mother had been caught with. Only when Apollo made it impossible for any of my family members to move and speak did he turn his attention to me. He explained who I was and that my mother had betrayed him for the General. He wanted me to pay for my mothers indiscretions, and was ready to take my life as a way to get back at her. It was Hecate who finally stepped in and dispatched the angry Apollo, explaining that I was far too important for the fellow god to just snuff out on a whim. Hecate was the only reason that I survived, though Apollo made a point to show that he despised me. Not wanting to fight with Hecate, he stepped down and was gone without another thought.
Hecate, knowing that I would now become the target of my fathers anger and rage, whisked me from my familial home and plunked me down in the middle of a magi family, effectively cutting me off from any further contact or harm that the General would have inflicted on me. I was welcomed into this family, and that's where I met Lucretia, or Lucy as I called her. She was a young girl my age, and she had yet to discover her abilities like I had. She became like the sister that I never had, and we grew very close over the years that I spent with her family. I worked with my new family for quite a long time, until I was eighteen. Most of the young, able bodied men were called to the battlefield, and I wasn't exempt. But even Hecate couldn't protect me from the hell storm that was my father.
The moment he laid eyes on me on that first day of training I knew I was screwed. He treated me much worse than all of the other recruits, but time and time again I was able to hold my own against him. In my first and only battle, my father was killed, and I was free of his cruelty. I, however, was too injured to keep on fighting, and was discharged to recover. I wasn't made for war like my father. I didn't care for spears and shields. I would much rather have fought with my magic. Hell knows the battle would have gone much better if I'd been able to, but keeping my abilities a secret was key.
It was around this time that Lucy and I met our first vampire. There had been quite a bit of fear surrounding the stories of the demons of the night, but we didn't believe them until we ran into one. It instantly went after us, but Lucy killed it before it hurt any of us too badly. We kept an eye on the stories from then on, and the fear in our little town grew even more as time wore on. The stories grew into fact, and people became too afraid to even walk out in the day time. Lucy, her family, and myself made a decision then.
We started the Council. We reached out to some of the most powerful Magi in Greece, and we pulled them in with promises of protection. As one of the founding members, I held quite a bit of power, and slowly the Council turned into a sort of governing body for the Magi and spread out across Europe. Our goal was to protect ourselves and others from the reveal of not only our magic, but from the bane that was the vampires. After almost three hundred years as one of the leaders of the Council, I had one of the most important visions of my life.
I had a vision that a few of the founding members of the council would be needed very far into the future. Not wanting to pass up the opportunity to keep things right in the world, my Council created a spell that would seal myself and two other founding members of the Council, Lucretia and another woman named Demetria, away with me. Our souls were placed into amulets and kept in the Council's vaults, and our bodies were sealed in various places around the world. Unfortunately, we were forgotten after being sealed away.
When the American branch of the Council broke off from the original Council, they took the amulets with them, unknowing of the people that they carried across the sea. In recent weeks, the Council found the documents pertaining to the sealing of myself and the two other founders, and they translated them. They were quick to locate our sealed bodies and the amulets, and within the last two weeks, all three of us were reconnected with our bodies and brought into the modern day. I have since taken up position as the High Priest of the Council, as even before I was brought back, they were still deciding on a new leader.
While this new world is very foreign to me, I still have that feeling that we will be needed before long. Thus, I'm currently getting to know this new world, and executing my power as the High Priest. Although, the very fact that supernaturals are now out in the open is very disconcerting for me. At least I still have Lucretia and Demetria to be by my side.
HENRY CAVILL
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