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I got this boy from Loretecks MONTHS ago and had him drawn MONTHS ago, I just don't post as much as I should!!! I'm terrible I know but it's fine I guess for now oof-
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Name- Rowan
Nicknames- Roe/Row
Species- Vortian
Age- 26 years old
Gender- Male
Sexuality- Bisexual
Love Interest- Leif (Oo guess who ding dong belongs to Vikkerz we don't have a problem)
Relationship Status- Taken
Occupation- Modern witch bartender
Likes- Plants, modern potions, spells, spellbinding, candles, gentle cuddling, bartending, flowers, folk style music, raw gems for luck charms (can be both good or bad depending on the spell), story telling volunteer work, little trinkets from exotic places, and gardening
Dislikes- The woods (especially at night), the night in general unless in a well lit area, sudden loud noises, vandalism, fire (unless it's candles or spellbinding), large wild animals (mountain lions, bears, ect.), spiders, "creepy crawlies", and loud obnoxious teenagers

Bio- Rowan was brought up living by religious parents. As Rowan grew older and went through school and life, he learned that his parents were very close minded on accepting other opinions into their heads. Rowan of course wanted nothing to do with this, and a friend of his introduced him to modern witchcraft at the age of 14. Rowan would hang out after school, learn techniques like binding spells to candles with various natural materials, he could make charms out of raw gemstones to bring various positive outcomes, and some negative for the special clients who needed a bit of revenge. He could also learn how to make modern potions with natural herbs and flowers. Detox and happiness were his favourite to make. When Rowan's parents found out about this, it wasn't until he was 16, they wanted nothing to do with him, and kicked him out into the street. Rowan took whatever he had with him, sold most of it to pawn shops to make enough to rent out a tiny dingy little street shop, which he turned into a witch's shop. His place grew popular at a young age, and he had a pretty decent income and nice looking place.
When he was 18 and legally able to be a bartender, he upgraded to a witch's bar, mixing his potions with alcohol. Figuring that this may be more appealing to people, he still had his little general witch place. He bar opened at night, and it was a one drink only type of thing. People tell him what goes on in their lives, and Rowan would figure what they needed and make it for them right in front of them. It was a hit a different place in town. As he got older and learned new style potions, he needed more herbs and flowers. He started ordering from this guy named Leif, fitting name. So he ordered from him for years, developed a customer/vendor style friendship with him. They talked a bit out of work, but nothing more than 10 minute text sessions.
One weekend, a busy in town holiday weekend that had a lot of outsiders, Rowan was out of a few herbs and flowers for his potions. He called Leif to order, but he was busy and couldn't deliver. Desparate, Rowan listened to some people about how there's a few wild herbs and flowers quite a bit out of the way in the forest. Needing this for a busy weekend, Rowan took off around noon to find this spot in the woods. Rowan wandered for hours, and eventually it started getting dark. Lost and a bit afraid, he kept a steady pace, until he lost his footing near a 20 foot cliffside, fell, and ended up with a nasty gash in his arm from a fallen tree branch puncturing his forearm. Now hurt, bleeding and disorented, he wrapped his shirt around his arm and kept wandering hoping eventually he would find a road.
About another 45 minute walk and he heard a shotgun click. He looked over and by pure luck and chance, it was Leif preparing to shoot some theif going after his garden. Leif noticed that it was Rowan, and that he was hurt. He took Rowan to his home to get him cleaned up and cared for. He did his best to stitch Rowan's arm up, got him washed and gave him clothes, let him spend the night and was only a bit worried that Rowan would try something. After some small talk trying to distract Rowan from his arm (which was in a LOT of pain), Leif suggested mixing a small drink to try and numb the pain. Rowan walked him through a potion of healing he knew, and then one for good luck for Leif. They drank together for a while, and eventaully Rowan's arm stopped hurting (at least for the moment thanks to the alcohol). Leif got all emotional drunk from being alone for so long, finally having someone to talk to. Things esculated, and when they woke up the next morning, they were bruised, covered in hickeys, and naked. Now Rowan's arm hurt more, so Leif took him to get medication and taken care of. That was the start of their relationship, and Leif takes care of Rowan, and Rowan the same for Leif.
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Witchy boi

~Emi

Description
I got this boy from Loretecks MONTHS ago and had him drawn MONTHS ago, I just don't post as much as I should!!! I'm terrible I know but it's fine I guess for now oof-
____________________________

Name- Rowan
Nicknames- Roe/Row
Species- Vortian
Age- 26 years old
Gender- Male
Sexuality- Bisexual
Love Interest- Leif (Oo guess who ding dong belongs to Vikkerz we don't have a problem)
Relationship Status- Taken
Occupation- Modern witch bartender
Likes- Plants, modern potions, spells, spellbinding, candles, gentle cuddling, bartending, flowers, folk style music, raw gems for luck charms (can be both good or bad depending on the spell), story telling volunteer work, little trinkets from exotic places, and gardening
Dislikes- The woods (especially at night), the night in general unless in a well lit area, sudden loud noises, vandalism, fire (unless it's candles or spellbinding), large wild animals (mountain lions, bears, ect.), spiders, "creepy crawlies", and loud obnoxious teenagers

Bio- Rowan was brought up living by religious parents. As Rowan grew older and went through school and life, he learned that his parents were very close minded on accepting other opinions into their heads. Rowan of course wanted nothing to do with this, and a friend of his introduced him to modern witchcraft at the age of 14. Rowan would hang out after school, learn techniques like binding spells to candles with various natural materials, he could make charms out of raw gemstones to bring various positive outcomes, and some negative for the special clients who needed a bit of revenge. He could also learn how to make modern potions with natural herbs and flowers. Detox and happiness were his favourite to make. When Rowan's parents found out about this, it wasn't until he was 16, they wanted nothing to do with him, and kicked him out into the street. Rowan took whatever he had with him, sold most of it to pawn shops to make enough to rent out a tiny dingy little street shop, which he turned into a witch's shop. His place grew popular at a young age, and he had a pretty decent income and nice looking place.
When he was 18 and legally able to be a bartender, he upgraded to a witch's bar, mixing his potions with alcohol. Figuring that this may be more appealing to people, he still had his little general witch place. He bar opened at night, and it was a one drink only type of thing. People tell him what goes on in their lives, and Rowan would figure what they needed and make it for them right in front of them. It was a hit a different place in town. As he got older and learned new style potions, he needed more herbs and flowers. He started ordering from this guy named Leif, fitting name. So he ordered from him for years, developed a customer/vendor style friendship with him. They talked a bit out of work, but nothing more than 10 minute text sessions.
One weekend, a busy in town holiday weekend that had a lot of outsiders, Rowan was out of a few herbs and flowers for his potions. He called Leif to order, but he was busy and couldn't deliver. Desparate, Rowan listened to some people about how there's a few wild herbs and flowers quite a bit out of the way in the forest. Needing this for a busy weekend, Rowan took off around noon to find this spot in the woods. Rowan wandered for hours, and eventually it started getting dark. Lost and a bit afraid, he kept a steady pace, until he lost his footing near a 20 foot cliffside, fell, and ended up with a nasty gash in his arm from a fallen tree branch puncturing his forearm. Now hurt, bleeding and disorented, he wrapped his shirt around his arm and kept wandering hoping eventually he would find a road.
About another 45 minute walk and he heard a shotgun click. He looked over and by pure luck and chance, it was Leif preparing to shoot some theif going after his garden. Leif noticed that it was Rowan, and that he was hurt. He took Rowan to his home to get him cleaned up and cared for. He did his best to stitch Rowan's arm up, got him washed and gave him clothes, let him spend the night and was only a bit worried that Rowan would try something. After some small talk trying to distract Rowan from his arm (which was in a LOT of pain), Leif suggested mixing a small drink to try and numb the pain. Rowan walked him through a potion of healing he knew, and then one for good luck for Leif. They drank together for a while, and eventaully Rowan's arm stopped hurting (at least for the moment thanks to the alcohol). Leif got all emotional drunk from being alone for so long, finally having someone to talk to. Things esculated, and when they woke up the next morning, they were bruised, covered in hickeys, and naked. Now Rowan's arm hurt more, so Leif took him to get medication and taken care of. That was the start of their relationship, and Leif takes care of Rowan, and Rowan the same for Leif.
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Witchy boi

~Emi