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NAME ! luce
AGE ! old
PREFERED CONTACT METHOD ! pm/im/cbox/carrier pigeon/smoke signal
OTHER CHARACTERS PLAYED ! find the list here


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FULL NAME ! Rhoan ( pronounced ‘rowan’ ) Michael Andrews
NICKNAME(S) ! Just Rhoan, thanks
DATE OF BIRTH ! July 10, 1959
DATE OF DEATH ! n/a
RACE ! witch
AFFILIATION ! neutral


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POWERS !

Rhoan has been gifted with invisibility, enhanced senses, and a photographic memory

FIRST MANIFESTATION !

When you’re a child, it’s natural to assume that whatever you can do, others can do, too. Rhoan is certainly no exception. He assumed, when he heard his brother whispering to his friends in the room across the hall, that others would be able to hear what he had been saying as clearly as if they were all in the same room. He assumed that he wasn’t the only one who could see almost as clearly at night as during the day, navigating around in the dark as if carrying a flashlight. It took his mother to tell him that the fact that he could was all part of what made him special. Having known of his enhanced senses for as far back as he can remember, it wasn’t until he was four that he started to understand that it was a gift bestowed upon him, and not something that everyone had been born with. Similarly, he had thought that everyone shared his photographic memory. It seemed strange to him that his siblings couldn’t recall the stories they’d read with his mother word for word.

It was a little over a year later that his third and final ability would manifest. Playing hide and seek with his brother and sister, Rhoan had been looking for a great place to hide. Evan had been the one seeking, and he was good at it. He always seemed to find Rhoan with easy, no matter the little nook he squeezed himself into. This particular day, he had been determined to find the best hiding place he could and ran around the house, peering behind dressers, under beds, and inside closets, assessing their ability to hide him from his brother. It was as he eyed the ottoman which lay at the foot of his parent’s bed that Rhoan remembered the coat closet by the front door. It was too small to have any real use. Hell, you could only fit a handful of jackets in there before it became full, but it would make the perfect hiding place. Running as quickly as his legs would carry him, for he could hear that Evan was already counting through the eighties, Rhoan slipped into the tiny closet and closed to door.

Shuffling as far back into the space as he could, he listened as Evan announced that he was coming, ready or not. He could hardly keep his excited giggles in as he listened to Evan running from room to room, seeking his younger siblings. He’d found Laurel right away, hiding under the couch in the living room, but he seemed to be having trouble finding Rhoan. Several minutes later, after checking every room, the door to the closet flew open Rhoan was staring into his brother’s flustered face. However, Rhoan’s expression of disappointment soon vanished as Evan closed the door and headed back towards the kitchen, replaced by one of utter confusion. They’d been staring each other in the face. There was no way he hadn’t seen him. Bursting out of the closet, Rhoan had demanded to know why Evan wasn’t playing anymore, only to watch his brother’s eyes grow wide with surprise. It was then that he learned that the reason Evan hadn’t seen him in the closet was because he was only just beginning to become tangible again, reappearing before his brother’s eyes.

PROFICIENCY !

Rhoan only has one active power, and it’s one that he mastered quickly. Invisibility isn’t something that needs years and years of practice to perfect; it’s all about finding the right trigger and flipping a switch. Though it took him a while to gain any control over it, finding that he would disappear from sight almost randomly, by the time he reached his sophomore year of Magic School, he had a firm grasp on his gift. Now, just like breathing, he can use his gift without conscious thought. When it comes to his photographic memory, he is quick to point out that it’s not as limitless as people might think. Some people have a knack for memorising pictures or places. Rhoan is particularly adept at accurately recalling things that he has read. This made theory based classes at school a breeze. In relation to his heightened senses, he can simply see and hear better than most. Kids can’t get away with whispering in his class as it’s as good as talking out loud, able to pick up on the conversations easily enough. Likewise, Isaac’s attempts at sneaking around often fail because his audible range is wider than most. Besides, the kid isn’t that nimble-footed. His taste buds are more advanced than average, which goes some way to explaining his love of food. You’d eat more if you could taste the kaleidoscope of flavours that remain largely a mystery to those without this gift. He also has a wicked sense of smell, often picking up on a person’s scent before seeing them.

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OVERALL APPEARANCE !

Standing at an inch over six feet, Rhoan is not excessively tall for a man. Indeed, he can be deemed little above average by today’s standards. However, back in his younger years, thanks to several ill-timed growth spurts, he often towered above his classmates, making him very easy to pick out of a crowd. Perhaps because he is not a person who needs to be in the limelight, as a self-conscious fourteen year old he began walking with his shoulders slightly hunched in a vain attempt to make himself appear more in line with his classmates. While they invariably caught up with him as their high school years rolled by, it’s not a habit that Rhoan has entirely shaken. As such, he can sometimes be seen walking with that same gait. Like any normal person, Rhoan’s weight fluctuates, but because of his active lifestyle it tends to hover around the one-eighty-five mark. He is not a fitness freak by any stretch of the imagination. He doesn’t spend hours in a gym or anything of the sort. Instead, he relies on his son to keep him fit. Anyone who says that keeping up with an active child isn’t an exercise regime clearly isn’t doing it right. Because he spends most of his free time—if that’s what he can call it—with his son, Rhoan has maintained a healthy physique. His cobination of broad shoulders and toned limbs makes him appear sculpted without appearing overly muscular.

FACIAL FEATURES !

Rhoan has an oval shaped face, and the square-ness of his jaw line adds a certain harshness to his otherwise boyish appearance. His nose is short with a straight bridge, but wide at the nostrils and though appears pointed in profile, has a small bulb at the tip. His eyes tend to be one of the things that people notice about him first. A little wide-set and framed by lightly arched eyebrows a shade or two lighter than his hair, they are large and expressive. He has often been told that he has smiling eyes, and that would be a fair assessment. However, since Rhoan tends to emote whatever he is feeling without any conscious effort, it means that his emotions are often easy to read in his eyes, even on the occasions when he fights to keep them hidden. A rich hazel in colour, they are speckled with flecks of green, and because he is never too far from a smile, have been known to appear as though they’re lit from within. When Rhoan does smile, thin lips pull back to reveal a grin that is wide and bright. A genuine smile will cause his cheeks to become full as they narrow his eyes. Because he is quick to smile, a trait that has always been with him, he has prominent crow’s feet around his eyes which will no doubt only become more profound with age. He has a shock of straight, mid reddish-brown hair which shines alternating red and golden-red highlights in the sun. He tends to keep it short as it’s easy to maintain, but has been known to let it grow out a little, allowing a few inches of length for him to style. Or at least attempt to style. He generally just lets it do as it pleases, preferring a less pampered look than if he’d spent hours in front of a mirror.

STYLE !

Though his wardrobe plays host to all manner of items of clothing, from tailored three-piece suits to the sweatpants and holey t-shirts he lounges around the house in, Rhoan is most often seen in his trusty jeans. He’s sure that he has more pairs than any man rightfully should, but since it’s what he feels most comfortable in, he keeps on buying them anyway. Really, he believes that by having a few pairs of well-fitted denims, he has his entire wardrobe set. This is because they can be dressed up by teaming them with a button-down shirt and fitted suit jacket, accentuating the width of his shoulders. This is what he’d tend to wear to work. On those rare occasions when he does something other than hang out with his son, he has a few ‘special occasion’ shirts, but they barely see the light of day. However, since he favours comfort over style, he is most often seen in his ‘dressed down’ mode, teaming his jeans with a simple t-shirt. Though not averse to any colour in particular, Rhoan tends to stick to blues and earthy colours as he feels that rich hues overpower him.

PLAYBY ! Josh Duhamel


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LIKES !

( MUSIC ) Heavily influenced by his music teacher mother, ever since he was a small child Rhoan has had a natural affinity for music. It was often the case that the Andrews household was filled by the sound of music. Indeed, some of Rhoan’s earliest memories are of listening to his mother’s sweet alto voice as she sang to him, or watching her nimble fingers as they strummed a guitar or danced across the keys of her baby grand piano. Undoubtedly because music played such a prominent role in his childhood, he became as musically inclined as his mother. She had often told him that he had learned to sing before he could talk, and while that’s not strictly true, people could be forgiven for thinking otherwise. Certainly, it was often commented that young Rhoan never stopped singing, something which had the tendency to drive his friends and family crazy. Perhaps as a natural progression, as he grew older Rhoan became more interested in the music rather than singing, and when he was seven convinced his mother to teach him guitar. Aided by his photographic memory, he picked up on the theory incredibly easily. The practice, however, took a little more time, but his determination saw him soldiering on.

After a while, he stopped taking lessons with his mother, preferring to allow his innate talent develop naturally. As such, he was often found during his teenage years sat in his room, guitar in hand, noodling away as he penned scores of songs. During those years, he turned his hand to other instruments. He learned to play piano, though not as fluently as his mother, as well as drums and violin, but he always returned to guitar. Though he is incredibly modest about it, Rhoan is a very good guitarist. He has a good ear for music, able to pick up play pretty much anything after only hearing it a few times. But it’s his passion for it which had him thinking of making it into a career towards the end of his teenaged years. However, circumstances saw it becoming little more than a pipedream. Still, there are few things in life that Rhoan loves more than music, and it’s something that really shows on the occasions that he shares his gift with others. He believes that a person can’t really sing a song unless they feel it, and as such, whenever he does sing, he injects himself into the words. He also believes that music has healing properties, and will freely admit that it was something that helped him through his divorce.

( THE OCEAN ) Rhoan never feels more like himself than when he’s wandering along the beach, shoes in hand, and damp sand squishing between his toes. He loves to have the sea breeze in his face as he wades through ankle-deep water, the salty smell making him feel instantly at home. Having grown up within walking distance of the beach meant that he spent many days in his youth down on the sand. On the warmer days he would play in the water, even though it was always frightfully cold. Even on the colder days, on the days when a storm ravaged the shoreline, he would venture out there, despite the fact that his lips would start turning blue from exposure to the elements. Though he moved away from the ocean in his teenage years, it’s still a place he feels most comfortable. It doesn’t matter what’s going on in his life, how uncontrollable and erratic everything feels, give him a few hours with a deserted beach and he’ll feel immeasurably better. It’s almost as if the place has a magical way of making his troubles seem more manageable somehow. Though he realises that it’s all in his head, he maintains that everyone needs a place like that. A place they can go to just forget for a while.

( HOME ) As much as Rhoan loves Magic School, his colleagues, friends, and students, as Dorothy Gale once said, there’s no place like home. Perhaps it’s because he had to grow up so quickly with the birth of his son, but he seemed to skip over the rebellious years of his late teens and early twenties. When his old classmates were out night after night painting the town red, he would either be found working overtime at the garage as he struggled to make enough money to make ends meet, or with his wife and baby boy. He simply had no time to wish for the lifestyle his friends had been leading, much less actually live it. While there was a part of Rhoan which wondered if he would grow to resent his family for having to become so responsible so young, he had worried for nothing. Much like in his younger years, home is still the place where Rhoan would rather be. He is a domesticated man, largely though necessity. He can cook moderately well, as long as no one is expecting complicated cuisine, and has long since been adept at handling all of the household items that his father wouldn’t have a clue how to work. Because he spends so much time there, he has worked hard to ensure that it’s warm, inviting, and comfortable, determined to make it a stable and loving place for his son to grow.

( FOOD ) Rhoan has always loved food—any food. Never a fussy eater, it has always been his attitude that he won’t know if he likes something unless he tries it. As such, he would be one of the first to try new and exotic cuisine if offered, even the things which would turn the stomachs of others. It is because he enjoys food so much that at meal times, especially during his teens, he would often have second and third helpings. This isn’t something that’s really changed. But despite his daredevil taste buds, Rhoan much prefers simple, home cooked food. In his eyes, you can’t go wrong with a roast and all the trimmings. Thankfully, because of his active lifestyle, he has a high metabolism to match his ability to eat enough for two. He is grateful for his son keeping him on his toes, for there are times when he fears that he’d not be able to get off the couch otherwise.

DISLIKES !

( DRAMA ) Rhoan is an uncomplicated creature, at least in his eyes. He likes the simple things in life, and an easy life to go along with it. As such, he has what he calls an allergy to drama. He can’t stand it when people make more out of something than there needs to be, the old adage of not making a mountain out of a molehill being something that passes his lips on a regular basis. He doesn’t care for people who try to blow things out of all proportion, just as he has no time for those who seek to stir trouble or those who wish to make everything about them. It doesn’t matter if its pointless arguments, pettiness, or someone provoking a fight, it’s all the same in his view—unnecessary. He is much more likely to cut to the chase if someone brings drama to him, whether in his personal or professional life. He simply won’t allow himself to get dragged into becoming a pawn in someone else’s games.

( DISHONESTY ) While he understands that there are occasions when it’s best to not give the whole truth, Rhoan really cannot abide dishonesty. It’s was okay to convince his young son that it was Santa who shuffled down the chimney on Christmas Eve to deliver an armful of gifts, just like he thought it was alright to tell his wife that she looked wonderful in that purple dress he hated. Rhoan feels that it’s one thing if an untruth is meant to lessen an emotional blow, to preserve innocence, or even to divert a pointless fight over something trivial—aversion to drama, remember?—but it’s quite another to purposely and maliciously mislead another. And therein lays his distaste, for it’s those cruel and spiteful lies that he despises. Though he knows that sometimes it might seem easier to lie, he doesn’t believe that it’s ever the right option when it comes to something that matters. He would much rather be told the truth, even if it hurts, because he’d much rather know where he stands. While not the easiest conversations to have, Rhoan believes that honesty is the only solution in difficult situations.

( SILENCE ) As someone who grew up in a lively household, Rhoan is accustomed to being surrounded by noise of one kind or another. Back in his younger years it tended to be his mother tinkling the ivories, his sister and her record collection, or his brother and his rowdy friends. It didn’t matter what time of day it was, it seemed that there was always something going on in the background. As he grew older and music began to play a significant role in his life, there was barely a moment when he wasn’t playing or listening to it, and as he moved from middle to high school, his mates added to the racket which had become normal to him. As such, unless it’s one of the rare occasions when he is specifically in search of it, silence is one of the things which make Rhoan uncomfortable. He hates the heavy thickness which seems to accompany it, making him tense and fidgety, and will invariably do something to break it.

( HOLDING PEOPLE BACK ) Rhoan has never been a fiercely independent person. He finds comfort in other people, and because he needs to feel connections to those around him, he tends to embark on relationships based in a form of co-dependency. This isn’t strictly reserved for relationships of a romantic nature; many of his friendships have some element of being interdependent. While he’d never thought of it as a problem before, ever since splitting from his wife, he has developed a fear of holding people back. Though he had missed—or ignored—all of the signs for God knows how long, it became increasingly apparent as his marriage wore on that its how his wife felt. It had never been his intention to trap her in a life she didn’t want, and he’d never wanted her to stick around just because she felt she had to. He has grown to dread the idea of feeling like he’s somehow forcing others to be who they’re not and will do most anything to make sure he doesn’t. As such, he can sometimes come across as being indifferent to other, but it’s not the case. He simply doesn’t want history to repeat itself.

STRENGTHS !

( PROTECTIVE ) Rhoan is a naturally protective person. Harbouring a profound compassionate streak, he is the kind of guy who will step in and help someone out should the need arise. He would be the first to step in if he sees one of his kids bullying another as he believes that part of his job as a teacher is to protect those in his care. It’s a job that he takes very seriously, and would risk life and limb to keep them safe. But it’s those close to Rhoan who feel the full force of his protective nature. The few people who mean the world to him are those who can count on him rushing to their defences should they need it, and often when they don’t. A little over-protective at times, he would use any means necessary to shield those he loves from harm, even at personal risk, quite simply because he cannot imagine a life without them would be worth living.

( PASSIONATE ) Though he might not appear so upon first glance, Rhoan is a very passionate person. He firmly believes in giving 110% to the things that he loves. It’s something that is reflected in his work as he strives to make every lesson memorable, and to squeeze the best out of his students that he can. Those lucky enough to hear his music will find that his enthusiasm for everything from the composition to melody to the lyrics is an obvious element of his song writing, as well as the performance itself. But one of the most noticeable outlets for his passion is when he finds that special someone. Granted, he doesn’t have a huge frame of reference. He was with the same woman for thirteen years, after all. But that didn’t stop him from wholly committing to her. To him, she was the only woman in existence, with everyone else blending into the background. Though his first real relationship ended in heartbreak, Rhoan is hopeful that if he’s ever lucky enough to get a second chance, he’ll still devote all that he has to her. Whichever woman's heart he captures deserves nothing less than his whole heart in return.

WEAKNESSES !

( LOYAL ) While there are few people who would classify being loyal as a weakness, Rhoan tends to be loyal to a fault. Since he is only really loyal to those he loves, he tends to only see the good in them, even if there’s very little good to see. This is evident in his relationship with his father, a man who taught Rhoan what he didn’t want to be when he, himself, grew to be a man. Yet through all the heartache he caused his mother, Rhoan still loved him, he still fought to see the positive in him. This stubbornly loyal streak is also apparent in relation to his ex-wife. Even though he’d known on some level for quite some time before his marriage crumbled that it was, for all intents and purposes, over, he’d refused to acknowledge it. Call it cowardice if you will, but Rhoan never gave up the hope that he and Abby would revert back to how they’d been when they’d just been starting out—a time when he’d been convinced that they’d been made for each other.

( THINKS WITH HIS HEART ) While this isn’t necessarily a bad thing, Rhoan does tend to let his heart run away with him. An empathetic man, he feels as much as he thinks, but his head rarely gets a look in when it comes to romance. It doesn’t matter that his head is insisting one thing, if his heart is pulling him in a different direction, he can’t seem to fight it, at least not for long. This has led to him being burned in the past, leaving him feeling foolish for not listening to the logical part of himself. Though he believes that the heart wants what the heart wants for a reason, he also believes that it can be fooled into thinking that things are real when they are not, and as such is only setting him up for a fall. Perhaps understandably given his romantic past, this is something that he wishes to avoid at all costs.

( EASILY WITHDRAWN ) When Rhoan is having a tough time coping with things, he tends to withdraw into himself. His sociable streak quickly vanishes and all he wants to do is lock himself away, usually with his guitar, and not have to speak to anyone. The rational part of his mind knows that it doesn’t help the situation, but he can’t help it. Though they are admittedly very rare, there are times when he needs silence and to be alone in order to collect his thoughts if he has any chance of making sense of things. The problem is really in that once he’s slipped into this anti-social mode, it’s exceedingly difficult to get him out of it. It takes a lot of hard work and determination to pull him from her funk. Naturally, his son helps a lot with this. It’s impossible to ignore an overly insistent child. There are times when Rhoan wonders if he’d ever have gotten over Abby leaving if he hadn’t got Isaac to help him through.

GOAL !

As a simple man, it stands to reason that Rhoan has simple goals in life. His main ambition is to lead a happy life. Though he wouldn’t complain about it, his life has not been filled with sunshine and happiness. He, like most everyone, has suffered through hardships and heartaches. The only difference is that he doesn’t believe that it’s an excuse to stop living. He would like to find companionship, someone to spend the rest of his life with, though it isn’t something that he will actively seek. The end of his marriage, however expected it should’ve been, still took a lot out of Rhoan emotionally, and as such will protect his bruised heart as best he can. Still, he is open to the idea of finding love again, and wouldn’t fight it should he find it.

FEAR !

Rhoan’s biggest fear is not being a good role model for his son. Though he knows that he’s a good father, having learned from his own what made a poor one, it was immeasurably easier when he and his wife were raising their son together. Ever since the divorce, since he took primary responsibility for the then-nine year old, Rhoan has grown to fully appreciate not only all that is involved in raising a child, but raising him well. He wants his son to grow to become a good-hearted man who is able to make the right decisions, and will do all in his power to guide him. But the main thing he wants to get across to his boy is that the most important thing is to be happy with who he is. If he can accomplish that, then he’ll know that all of the hard work he’s put into raising his son, all of the panic and apprehension, the questions and self-doubts, were worth it.

SECRET !

Though it’s not something that he’s likely to admit, Rhoan’s deepest secret is that he hadn’t wanted to marry Abby, at least not so young. He loved her, of course. He had been crazy about her. At the time, he’d thought he’d been in love. She had literally been the centre of his universe. It has only been in recent years that he’s started to question how much an eighteen year old can really know about love. But back then, as a young man in the throes of his first proper relationship, he’d believed it wholeheartedly. It’s one of the reasons he’d allowed himself to be pressured into marrying her when she became pregnant. Scared, for children had been the last thing on his teenaged mind, he’d listened when Abby’s parents had made it clear that their grandchild was not going to be raised in a single parent household, and after seeking advice from his mother, had asked Abby to be his wife. Even as he’d asked, down on bended knee, alarm bells had been ringing in the back of his mind because a part of him knew that it wasn’t what he wanted. But he also understood that he needed to take responsibility for the child that Abby was carrying—his child. All of his fear aside, Rhoan believes that marrying her had been the right thing to do.

HAPPIEST MEMORY !

Without a doubt, Rhoan’s happiest memory was the day his son was born. He can still remember, in vivid detail, everything about that day—from the frantic call he’d received from his mother as Abby went into labour, to the unnatural strength in his wife’s hands as contractions caused her to crush the bones in his. Though he had spent months worrying about it, scared that he wouldn’t be able to last out the birth without passing out, he’d stayed right by her side. Abby had been in labour for fourteen hours, with Rhoan by her bedside, holding her hand and reminding her how much he loved her. He will never forget the moment he first laid eyes on his son. He’d been so small and so fragile that Rhoan had been afraid of hurting him. But as the midwife handed the tiny bundle to him, he’d been overcome by a dozen conflicting emotions. He had never felt anything like it, a bond so strong, so unconditional, that it was overwhelming. In that moment, as he looked down at his son with tears streaming across his cheeks, he knew that he would love and protect him for the rest of his life.

WORST MEMORY !

While his friends might have predicted it, the day that Abby announced that she was leaving was a dark day for Rhoan. He’d known that their relationship had been on the rocks for some time; it was impossible not to feel the distance that had stretched between them. But he’d always had the faith that they would work things out. Abby had other ideas. On a cold March evening, she told Rhoan that she wasn’t in love with him and that she wanted out. It had been clear that he hadn’t been expecting it, entirely taken aback, and he’d tried to convince her to stay in the teary conversation that followed. But Abby had already made up her mind. Devastated, Rhoan had been forced to watch as she packed a suitcase, kissed their son goodbye, and walk out of the door. For hours afterwards, he’d sat in stunned silence as he’d tried to wrap his head around what’d just happened. He had never felt so alone in all of his life, and never wants to feel that empty again.

OVERALL PERSONALITY !

Rhoan is a pragmatic man, practical in his approach to everything. He isn’t prone to flights of fancy and values common sense above most everything else. He is steadfast and responsible, though this is a role that was largely thrust upon him rather than part of his inherent nature. As a teenager, he was much more frivolous. Not to the point of being mindlessly reckless, but he lived his life as if he hadn’t a care in the world. Back then, he didn’t suppose that he had. The only thing he’d really worried about had been homework, music, and who would be his date for the traditional back to school party. It’s almost poetic that his nature was forced undergo a major overhaul because of his irresponsibility. After all, had it not been for his rampant teenage hormones and carelessness, he wouldn’t have had his son while still a child himself. Nowadays, after the rude awakening to a life of responsibility, Rhoan has grown to become a dependable, hard-working man, doing all he can to offer stability to his young son.

He is a social creature, his desire to be around others going some way to giving reason to his dislike of silence. In social situations, he is open and warm. A happy conversationalist, he enjoys getting to know others, and will take the time to try and understand people. A light-hearted man, he loves to laugh, as evidenced by the smile which is never too far from his face. But even though he likes to be surrounded by people, he isn’t really a fan of the spotlight. He has no desire to be the centre of attention, and would actually try to divert it should it settle upon him. It’s not that he’s shy. Being bashful hasn’t ever really been a problem for Rhoan. He simply prefers to take a backseat, giving others the opportunity to take centre stage. It explains why he feels that teaching is the right vocation for him as he’s able to help others shine without thrusting himself into the limelight. It’s also something that is apparent in his music. Though a talented musician, one who had the potential to carve out a decent career given the chance, he doesn’t often share his gift with others. He isn’t quite sure if this is because he’s afraid of the criticism which might come his way or because he needs to have something that he keeps just for himself, but anyone who has had the pleasure of watching Rhoan play is clearly someone he trusts—someone to whom he isn’t afraid to show the root of what makes him who he is.

In recent years, Rhoan has become more cautious and insecure than he had ever been before. Following the breakdown of his marriage, he is understandably careful when it comes to relationships. His wife leaving devastated him, and as such he is wary about who he lets into his heart—or even who he lets into his life. After all, it’s not only his own well-being he has to be concerned for. He can’t allow anymore disruption to his son’s life, and Isaac will always be his main priority. It’s for this reason that he tends to hide his emotions as best he can, even though he knows that his eyes often betray him. If he is attracted to someone, he simply cannot veil it well. While he might have been gung-ho about relationships as a young man, nowadays he is undoubtedly more restrained. This has as much to do with his inexperience when it comes to women as to do with his need to protect himself from being hurt again. Though he is not ashamed to admit it, he has only been with one woman his whole life. That adds a whole new level of pressure when it comes to throwing himself back into the dating game, and it’s a minefield that he’s still struggling to navigate.

Rhoan is strong-willed, determined to live his life to the best of his ability. So life has thrown him a few curveballs? So what? Who hasn’t had to deal with one upheaval or another? Though he has undoubtedly made some questionable choices in the past, he is the kind of man who always strives to do the right thing, even if the results are a little hit and miss. Fair minded and generous, he makes a strong ally, willing and able to defend those he loves to the ends of the earth, and is considerate and loving to the special people in his life. By contrast, he is also stubborn and wilful, and will hold a grudge should you cross him. If a person betrays his trust, it’s not something that is easy to win back. Impetuous in his younger years, it’s something that has dulled somewhat over time, and yet hasn’t vanished altogether. If his buttons are pushed just right, he is liable to explode. Hot-tempered, he’s had his fair share of battles in the past, but thankfully has a relatively long fuse.

He tries to be tactful and diplomatic, though has his moments when it appears as if he’s trying to swallow both feet at once. He has learned over the years to become self-reliant, though it was with a certain level of reluctance. Perhaps because of his youthful irresponsibility, he has always tended to be dependent on others. However, that all changed when his son was born and he was forced to stand on his own two feet. His independence is something that’s even more apparent now that he is his son’s primary guardian. After all, it’s Rhoan’s job to teach his son how to be a man, something he treats with the utmost gravity. He can’t do that if he’s running to others and begging for help. While he’s not fundamentally against asking for assistance should he need it, he tends to only seek the aid of others as a last resort. Before the point where he concedes defeat, he will stubbornly soldier on with the faith that he’ll reach the end on his own. Rhoan understands that in asking for help he isn’t admitting weakness, for everyone needs a helping hand from time to time. However, since his marriage collapsed, he has harboured a few trust issues and so doesn’t like for others to see that he struggles with coping with his lot in life on a regular basis. He is simply optimistic that everything will work out in the end, albeit at the same time as worrying that he’s not doing things right.

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IT'SALLSPELLSANDPOTIONS
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FAVOURITE CLASS !

Unsurprisingly, the class which became Rhoan’s favourite is the one that he now teaches. He doesn’t know if it’s because of his old potion master, or because it was a class which came easily to him, but Rhoan looked forward to potions class. He enjoyed learning about all of the different ingredients and their properties, fascinated by how they interacted and how by just adding one simple component, it could change the entire composition of the potion. He enjoyed experimentation, spending hours pouring over old recipes to see if he could figure out a way to make the potion more potent or garner better results. He even succeeded a few times. That he rarely got below a B+ also explains why it was his favourite class.

LEAST FAVOURITE CLASS !

Quite simply because English/lit, not unlike magical ethics, was a big ol’ grey area, it gradually became Rhoan’s least favourite class. Though he didn’t really mind the ‘English’ aspect—he actually enjoys the written word—the extent of his interest is largely songwriting and not much else. While able to spout passages from the classics upon request, giving the impression that he cared more for the subject than he actually did, Rhoan had hated that all of his assignments were based solely upon his interpretations of the novels he’d been forced to read. He spent most of his English/lit classes catching up on gossip or, on the occasions which allowed for it, sleep.

SUBJECT BEST AT !

The subject that Rhoan had been best at had also been his favourite class. He’d expected to struggle with potion making, largely because the classes which came easily to him were the ones which consisted mainly of theory. Recalling facts is easy for Rhoan, thanks to his eidetic memory, and so recounting potion ingredients had been a walk in the park. It was often with the practical application of such lessons where he struggled. However, much to his surprise and delight, potion making seemed to be something for which he had a natural affinity. Intuitive and able from his freshman year, it was one of the few classes in which he excelled.

SUBJECT WORST AT !

Cursed with the ability to see both sides of a situation, Rhoan grew to dislike magical ethics. It wasn’t that he disagreed with what the professor had been trying to teach the class, but it had always been too much of a grey area for him. He didn’t like the classes where there was no right or wrong answer, as interpretations are by definition subjective, and he simply tended to work better, not to mention feel more comfortable around, solid facts and protocols. As such, he largely stopped paying attention in magical ethics, and it was this class, along with English/Lit and Living Non-Magical—a class he saw as mostly pointless—which dragged his GPA down.

FINAL GPA !

3.0

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JUSTMAKINGMYOWNWAY
• the career . the career . the career •
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POSITION HELD !

Rhoan teaches Potion Making

TIME IN OFFICE !

This will be his third year in the role

CIRCUMSTANCES !

It was in the aftermath of his marriage collapse that Rhoan moved home. Having lived in Connecticut for almost five years, after Abby moved out and started her new life, Rhoan felt the need to be surrounded by his family and so upped sticks and took his son back to Rhode Island. It was still the place that he called home, having been born and raised there himself, and knew that Isaac would find the same comfort there as he did. Because of the relocation, Rhoan had naturally had to find himself a new job, but now that he had become the sole breadwinner for the household, it meant that the job needed to be better paid. It was either that or take two jobs, something he’d need if he was going to pay for a sitter six days a week. After the upheaval of moving and having to adjust to no longer living with his mother, Rhoan had thought that Isaac hadn’t needed the instability of barely seeing his father, too. Having been enrolled in Magic School since kindergarten, Rhoan figured he’d try to secure a job within the institution. After all, working in the place his son spent much of the day would solve several of his problems. However, upon enquiring, Rhoan had been disappointed to find that no vacancies had been available.

Deciding it had been worth a shot, he set about seeking employment elsewhere and had ended up taking a job selling advertising space for a large corporation. It was a job that he hated. Not only did he have to spend all day, every day, in the same tiny cubicle, but being forced to work late on the days when his sales targets weren’t met also kept him away from his son, the opposite of what he’d wanted when he’d moved back home. As a result, Rhoan enquired about vacancies at the school on a semi-regular basis. It would be almost a year later that he learned that the potions post would be vacated at the end of the year when the old teacher retired. Rhoan wasted no time in registering his interest, and when the first of what would be three interviews came around, he faced it with the gusto and steely determination of a man who wouldn’t settle for failure. His resolve paid off and in the summer of 1988, he was offered the position.

PRIOR CAREERS !

Rhoan had held down a few jobs before winning the teaching position at Magic School. He spent several years working in the garage which belonged to a friend of the family, fixing cars. When his wife quit her part time job to go back to school, Rhoan was forced to take a second job tending bar at a local bar at weekends. While it was a job that he enjoyed, indulging in a little taste of the life he’d given up with the birth of his son, it didn’t last long, finding that it ate too much into the time he set aside for Isaac. After that, Rhoan sought employment with an advertising agency. It wasn’t a job that he took pleasure in, finding that he hated being stuck in a cubical all day, but it was a job that he was good at, earning a good commission. It was the reason why he took a similar job when he’d moved back to Rhode Island, able to maintain his small, two-bedroom house on his wage alone.

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I'MGONNACALLTHISHOME
• the homelife . the homelife . the homelife •
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HOMETOWN ! Newport, Rhode Island
MOTHER ! Lillian Andrews ( nee Bowers ), 68, witch, elemental manipulation ( air and water ) and telepathy
FATHER ! Maurice Andrews, 59, witch, levitation and electrokinesis
SIBLINGS ! Evan Andrews, 36, witch, photographic reflexes and geokinesis ( brother )
Laurel McKinley, 30, witch, chlorokinesis, empathy, and accelerated healing ( sister )
SPOUSE ! Abigail Stanton, 32, witch, psychometry and astral projection ( ex-wife )
CHILDREN ! Isaac Andrews, 13, witch, telekinesis and omnilinguism
OTHER SIGNIFICANT FAMILY !
Grant McKinley, 31, mortal ( brother-in-law )
Pippa McKinley, 5, witch, only danger sense has manifested thus far ( niece )
Elena McKinley, 3, witch, no powers manifested yet ( niece )

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I'LLTELLYOUMYSTORY
• the history . the history . the history •
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It was on a sunny summer’s day in 1959 that Lillian and Maurice Andrews greeted their second child. It seemed fitting that following a difficult pregnancy, fraught with regular hospital visits and several medical scares, it had been an equally difficult labour. Lillian had been in childbirth for twenty-six long and excruciating hours before their baby boy finally put in an appearance. Still, for as exhausted as she’d been, Lillian had welcomed her newborn with no less love and affection that she’d greeted his brother four years before, and it was as she’d cradled his tiny form in her arms that Lillian decided to call him Rhoan. He soon proved to be a happy baby. Much quieter than Evan had been, a child who’d seemingly cried all the time and for no reason other than to make noise, little Rhoan had been quite content to lie in his crib and watch the world around him. Indeed, it was a trait which followed him as he grew older, with him being happy to just be around the people he loved.

Rhoan grew into a cheerful child. Something that would go on to form the core of who he was, he found pleasure in the simple things. An uncomplicated boy, he loved nothing more than to sit with his mother as she sang to him, mesmerised by the music she played. By the time he was old enough to talk, he would sing along with her—his versions of songs, at least—and pretty soon he was singing all the time. It didn’t matter where he was or who he was with, if the mood struck him, he would burst into song—and the mood struck him a lot. So much, in fact, that aside from his mother who actively encouraged his musical side, his incessant singing drove his father and brother insane. In his childhood, he often got into arguments with the other Andrews men because of his tendency to sing or hum to himself at all times of the night and day. It didn’t help that he often did so without even realising it, causing Evan to believe that Rhoan was only being a pain in his backside in order to provoke a fight.

As a youngster, Rhoan idolised his big brother. Four years his senior, by the time he was old enough to keep up, he would follow Evan around like a little lost puppy. In fact, he’d be so close behind that Lillian often referred to Rhoan as Evan’s shadow. While there were some occasions when Evan didn’t seem to mind, for the most part he hated having his kid brother tagging along wherever he went. The annoyance that Evan felt increased ten-fold by the time Laurel was old enough to walk, for then he had both of his younger siblings stuck to him like glue. Of course, by this time Evan was eight and had friends of his own. Whenever his schoolmates would visit, they would hide out in the boy’s room, leaving the four year old Rhoan with only his two year old sister for company. He didn’t mind too much, even though Laurel wasn’t nearly as much fun as Evan. Still, that didn’t stop Rhoan from trying to infiltrate his brother’s group of friends, often leading to him becoming upset when Evan shut him out.

During this time, the only thing which would calm a crying Rhoan was music. It didn’t matter the magnitude of the fight the brothers had just had, sit the youngster down beside the piano and he’d happily watch as his mother’s nimble fingers danced across the keys, filling the house with all of the melodies which spoke to him. Rhoan had been so enraptured by it that Lillian began to encourage him to join her as she played. Though he only hit the odd key here and there, it had been enough to keep Rhoan glued to her side whenever she played. This, along with the radio which was rarely switched off, became the source of Rhoan’s passion for music. He simply couldn’t get enough of it, immersing himself in all genres and finding the beauty in most. While his mother favoured classical and jazz, Rhoan became more attracted to folk, blues, and rock, finding that they reflected his passionate nature with their full, rich sounds. Around the age of seven, Rhoan had no longer been satisfied merely listening to the music he loved, or just singing along; he wanted to play. It hadn’t taken much to convince his mother, a high school music teacher, to show him how to play guitar. While he got off to a slow start, frustrated with himself for his inability to play as well as his mother, Rhoan had the determination to see that he didn’t quit and by the time he reached his ninth birthday, he could play his guitar well.

It was around this time that Rhoan, who had been blissfully unaware of the secret lives of his parents, began to see the cracks in their marriage. As the senior partner in a pharmaceutical company, Rhoan had grown used to his father not being at home much. It seemed that his job kept him away from his family due to meetings the country over. His mother had always seemed to be accepting of the situation, but it was when Maurice had been promoted to Vice CEO that the nine year old began to see what their marriage was really like. His father began to spend more and more time away, sometimes disappearing for days at a time. Though Lillian always tried to cover her sadness with a smile when one of her children asked after daddy, Rhoan could see that she wasn’t nearly as happy as she tried to portray. He hadn’t understood it at the time, but he’d known that something had been wrong. He got a taste of just how wrong later that year when Maurice came home after being MIA for four days. As soon as he’d walked through the door, Lillian had ushered the children upstairs, instructing them to play in their rooms until bedtime. Partly curious for what was happening downstairs and partly eager to see the father he’d missed, Rhoan had snuck out of his room. He can remember sitting on the stairs, hidden by shadows, and listening as his parents fought. Though he hadn’t understood a lot of what had been said, as any child would, he’d instinctively known that it was a bad sign.

That night became the first of many when Rhoan and his siblings would be forced to listen to their parents fight. They all dealt with it in their own ways, and as he grew older, Rhoan coped by throwing himself into his music. He found that it was the only way in which he could express the hurt and confusion and anger that he felt. He began writing his own songs, playing them over and over in a bid to drown out the sound of his parents fighting, and was his escape from what became the normal atmosphere at home. As he grew into his teenage years, Rhoan would still creep downstairs to eavesdrop on his folks under cover of invisibility. It was only then that he began to understand the core of his parent’s problems. He’d been upset to learn that his father often took lovers on the side. Rhoan didn’t understand—not only why his father would cheat on his mother, but why his mother would put up with it. In his eyes, his mother was a great woman, caring and loving and always quick to smile. Even as a child he’d known that she deserved better than what his father put her through. He can remember confronting her about it around the time he was fourteen, asking her why she stayed when he made her so miserable. She’d told him that she’d promised to love him forever, and that he’d understand what that meant one day. It’s something that has stuck with him ever since.

It was in the fall of 1973 that Rhoan made the switch from mortal junior high to Magic School. His mother had been contacted by the school several years before, offering the children places at the prestigious institution. Evan had recently graduated from the place when Rhoan embarked upon his freshman year, hardly believing that after four years of listening to tales of the place, he was finally on his way there himself. He took his first steps into Magic School with nervous anticipation, unsure of what to expect. He’d thought the place would be vastly different from his previous schools and so had been surprised to find that, aside from not having to hide his magical ability, it was pretty much the same. The kids still divided into cliques, meaning that the popular kids still shunned him. He figured he wasn’t rich or spoiled enough to be one of them. The teachers still complained that he didn’t pay enough attention, and as in the years before at his mortal schools, his report cards often stated that Rhoan had the potential to do well but was too easily distracted.

As his freshman year progressed, he found himself a group of friends. Though small in numbers, they became inseparable, doing everything together. For the first time in his life, Rhoan felt as though he’d found a place where he truly belonged. At his other schools, he’d been forced to be a watered down version of himself, but he supposed that’s what happened when you had to hide a core part of who you were. But at Magic School, he could be himself. More than that, people would accept him for exactly who he was. He couldn’t have been happier. Though things at home hadn’t really improved any, his parents still falling into regular fights, like the rest of the family Rhoan had simply accepted it as the way it was. He had learned that he was powerless to stop it, and since his mother seemed determined to soldier through, he had to suck it up and deal with it. The only difference was that now he had friends he could rely on. They were there to offer him a shoulder to lean on when he needed it, as well as to offer him an escape when things at home got a little too much to bear.

By the time he reached his sophomore year, several of Rhoan’s friends had started to date. At the time, he’d been far too into his music to really pay all that much attention to girls, earning him a few jibes from his buddies. He didn’t really care; he had dreams of becoming an international music superstar and so didn’t have time for girls. For as clichéd as it sounds, his guitar had helped him through some of the more upsetting arguments his parents had shared, and because he had no other way of expressing the things that listening to his folks fight stirred in him, by the time he hit fifteen, he’d penned a few dozen songs. It was then that he had the brilliant idea to start a band. Along with two of his schoolmates, neither of whom was particularly adept with their chosen instruments, Rhoan formed a nameless band—nameless because they could never decide upon what to call themselves. They spent hours practicing in Rhoan’s garage, making noise as opposed to music, but that didn’t stop them securing a couple of gigs. Two, to be exact—one at a house party that one of his brothers friends had thrown, and one at an open mic night at a local club. Both ended in disaster, and while he can look back and laugh now, he’d been horrified at the time. He’d simply never imagined what being booed off stage would feel like.

It was as he reached his junior year that Rhoan started to catch up with his friends and pay more attention to girls. He had first met Abigail Stanton when they’d both been in their freshman year. Though they had little to do with one another, for she clung to her group of friends as fiercely as he clung to his, by the time he started to really notice girls, she became one of the first that he noticed. There was no way he couldn’t, really. With her wild, unruly waterfall of burnished gold curls and gentle green eyes which all but overtook her elfin face, she was easily the prettiest girl in school, at least to Rhoan. He and his friends had watched her grow from a gangly, awkward teen into a beautiful young woman, and before long he found that his eyes wandered to her entirely unbidden. It took a while for him to build up the nerve, but after a couple of months of casual conversations, Rhoan asked her on a date. He’d been expecting her to say no, especially since he wasn’t the only guy in school to notice how attractive she’d become, and so had been delighted when she’d accepted. Their first date had been a simple one—dinner and a movie. He’d spent all of the money he’d earned mowing lawns over the summer on a fancy Italian restaurant, but it had been worth it. They’d talked and laughed their way through the meal, and had been much too busy making out at the back of the cinema to pay the movie much attention. Counting it as the greatest night of his life thus far, by the time he’d walked her home, Rhoan had been smitten.

After that, he and Abby became inseparable. They spent every waking moment together, practically living in each other’s pockets. She would visit him and they’d sit out on the beach near his home, huddled together under the stars. It was there that they’d talk of their life together outside of school, when they had no restrictions, no curfews, and could be with each other all of the time. He would visit her home under the pretence of studying, but not unlike most teenaged couples, they spent most of their time making out. As a result, it was hardly surprising that their grades began to slip. Homework simply didn’t rank as a priority, not when compared to her. It was as if they’d each become the centre of the other’s universe, everything revolving around the two of them, everything else becoming insignificant. He would often take her someplace quiet, somewhere they could be alone, and along with his trusty guitar, he would sing to her the songs that he’d written about her. In Abby, Rhoan had been sure that he’d found the part of himself that had been missing, even though he hadn’t realised beforehand that he’d been without it. He was so very much in love with her that he hadn’t been able to imagine his life without her