Application
Player Information
Your name/pseudonym: Kaige
Are you 18 or older at the time of this application? Yeah, just a bit.
What gender pronouns do you prefer?:
Your email: kaige68 @ gmail.com (or yahoo, or hotmail)
Your chat handles: kaige 68 at YIM
Do you currently have any other characters in this game? If so, please list them here: Nope
Character Information
Name: Magnus Bane
Nickname/aliases: High Warlock of Brooklyn (although that's more of a title than a nickname)
Canon: Mortal Instruments
Canon Type?: Book
Character's LJ: glitterbane
Brief history of your character (100-200 word minimum):
Magnus Bane is 800 years old, give or take a decade. Born a warlock (half human, half demon) he’s never had a completely human appearance. His mother hung herself in a barn in shame once she came to realize what he was. His father tried to drown him, and in trying to save himself the boy burned the man to death. Eventually he sought refuge in a local church, but even they were baffled as to what to do with him. A few hundred years later he was taken in by the Silent Brothers in Spain and trained to handle his magic and live within Covenant laws set forth by the Clave. (The ruling set of laws and governing party that oversees non-human beings.)
The world as Magnus knows it is full of humans and demons, and the folk in between are Downworlders. That’s the category he falls into. Chosen humans, or Shadowhunters, slay demons and police Downworlders. This world is ‘invisible’ to average everyday mundane humanity. But a warlock can still make a name for himself.
For the past hundred or so years he had diligently worked his way to becoming High Warlock of Brooklyn, no small feat. And sure, he’s a little proud of himself. Signing Clary Fray’s mind when he finished a complicated spell to make her forget every non-mundane thing she saw was like an artist signing a masterpiece. Naturally it brought Shadowhunters knocking at his door.
One of the little Shadowhunters was just his type, so Magnus ended up helping them out a bit more than he’d care to admit to his normal acquaintances. Rushing in to heal Alec after he was wounded by a Greater demon; helping the Shadowhunters and Downworlders gain access to a ship in the middle of the Hudson River by countering the magic that was protecting the ship (and saving Alec again). Eventually Magnus even traveled to Idris (Shadowhunter homeland), letting Alec mark him with a rune of Alliance so they could fight together against a demon horde.
Alright… Yes, Magnus is a bit more than interested in Alec. And now, finally, the boy is over his childhood crush on his best friend, the battle against Valentine and his demon army is over, and Alec has promised to introduce Magnus to his parents. The High Warlock of Brooklyn is looking forward to the things to come.
Brief synopsis of your character's personality (100 word minimum):
Magnus Bane is high maintenance. Although he’d typically call it high self-maintenance. And he’d tell you himself that he’s a bit superior. But after eight hundred years of been there, done that who wouldn’t be? Sure, he’ll only admit to three hundred years but that should still be enough to qualify. Plus, he’s High Warlock of Brooklyn, that’s lauded stature where he comes from, and a Diva attitude helps to keep the clients realizing that his work is worth the elevated price-tag.
He’s a party boy with a love of old television. He can spend an hour everyday getting his hair ready to go out, and another just to put on eyeliner. In the past hundred years he can count on one hand the number of times he’s run out undone, and can squarely place the blame for those occasions on the shoulders of an endearingly fashion challenged young Shadowhunter.
Sure, Magnus can do things by hand; open doors, make coffee, change a light bulb. But why bother when magic is just that much more easy? Snap! Breakfast is delivered. Snap! Laundry is done. Snap! The vampire is aware that High Warlock is not just a title.
Stats
Age: Around 800, he'll tell you he's 300, but he doesn't look a day over 25.
Appearance: Tall, thin, Asian looking, with gold/green eyes that have cat like pupils. Generally heavily made up with excess glitter on his face and in his hair that is typically done up in spikes. Overly ringed fingers with sparkly polished long nails.
Icon (100x100 pixels, preferably textless, good quality icon for cast list): pic
Game Information
What is the point of your character's canon in which you are introducing your character?: Immediately after the Battle at the end of City of Glass
Is your character alive or dead at the point of entry to the game?: Alive
What skills does your character have?: He is the High Warlock of Brooklyn, with all the pomp and magic that the title entails. He is also a fabulous dresser. (Yes *sigh* he is fluent in several living languages, a number of ancient languages, and all the demon and Downworlders ones as well.)
Your character will find 10 personal items in their room that the island has placed there. You may only include things that your character would have canonically. Please list them here:
Chairman Meow (cat)
Moisturizer
Clothing including the near famous rainbow leather pants
Hair care products
Cell phone (useless)
Sparkly Blue Headband
Gray book (copy)
White book (original)
Ancient copy of the Kama Sutra
Make up
Entry Post
Exhausted. Magnus sighed, and with every step he took he felt the word hammering through his body. They had won the battle, who knew what the Clave would call it. Battle of Alliance had a nice ring to it, but they’d more likely pick something like The battle where we acquiesced to let the Downworlders help us or something that didn’t even mention the involvement of the ‘lesser’ folk like Battle of Brocelind plain.
Won, was even a sketchy term for what had happened. Valentine had been killed and the demons were free not to follow his orders and had fled. Still, victory by default was good enough.
The energy he had felt at being Marked by Alec was exhilarating. He felt the strength, and the surety of battle capabilities that the Shadowhunter was sharing with him through the rune, things he knew Alec had within him, but things Magnus had never felt before. Every rune that marked the boy, he could feel coursing through him; stealth, might, cunning, bravery, speed. And on top of all those things flowing through him was the knowledge that Alec had chosen him. Yes it was a bit drippy romantic. But he’d called out across the room, rushed to Magnus’ side, marked his palm, and then kissed him full on the mouth. There were definitely moments that cheesy had a good side.
The warlock looked at his hand, noting that he no longer felt the effects of being bonded with the Shadowhunter. The rune had faded. Some traces of it would show for eternity, for which Magnus was grateful. He smiled a bit as he made his way to a cot that had been pointed out to him.
After the battle, Alec had gone off to help find Jace, Clary, and Isabelle leaving a surprisingly un-jealous Magnus to help heal the numerous masses that had been injured during the ten-minute war (also a good name). Fey and werewolves with iron and silver poisoning that needed to be treated so they could heal themselves. Humans with broken bones, bleeding gashes, and demon poisoning. For the most part the warlocks had done all right for themselves, but they had dropped with fatigue from all the patching up that they had done. Magnus was the last one standing and finally let himself succumb to sleep once the last soldier was treated.
The cot was too short, and the pillow too clumpy but for now Magnus closed his eyes and made do.
Sleep was fitful. His dreams relived the battle repeatedly in slow motion. He tossed and turned with the limitations that the cot provided. Some part of Magnus’ mind was sure that his hair was a mess, probably even worse than the coat that he’d been wearing that had been slimed and chewed in the mêlée. He twisted slightly, and found he was even more uncomfortable, the cot seemed hard. The pillow harder. And he was cold.
Cold? When was the last time he was cold? He couldn’t remember. It wasn’t standing in a draft cold either. It was sleeping on the ground cold. Magnus opened his eyes and quickly shut them to the blinding sunshine. Rolling to his stomach, he tried vision again and had a clear view of grass and a dirt path. He’d been sleeping with his hair in a dirt path!!! Magnus screamed at the indignity of it all and began running his fingers through his hair. If anything was crawling in his hair, somebody was going to see what wrath looked like.