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✪ Eric Dufosset Oubliez donc, tous vos clichés... bienvenue dans ma realité... Stats NAME: Eric Dufosset NICKNAMES: none AGE: 37 GENDER: Male HAIR: Brown EYES: Blue HEIGHT: 5’9 WEIGHT: 175lbs BUILD: Toned MARITAL STATUS: Single SEXUALITY: Homosexual OCCUPATION: Psychiatrist CURRENT RESIDENCE: Lille / Paris / London The Player NAME: Matthew / xehalest AGE: 22 Contact: xehalest AIM: Xehalest TIME ZONE: GMT (London)	World History All of the old legends are true. From the Vampires who found their routes in Eastern Europe to the Werewolves first whispered about in old Germanic countries right through to the witches who started their stories in some of the oldest tales. Everything we thought was the stuff of nightmares, creatures surrounded in mysticism and elements outside of what we considered natural they all existed and they still do. Naturally, as with all things in the history of humanity these legends couldn’t have existed side-by-side with their less supernatural brothers, paranoia and fear of the unknown have always been important factors in conflict, be it an ancient one or a modern one. In the beginning these legends lived quietly, part of their own autonomous communities that never sought to interact with mankind, the same way man told stories of the terrifying creatures that came out at night, supernatural creatures shared their own tales of men who came in the night with pitchforks and fire to put an end to their way of life. Tensions were naturally high and disputes broke out between mankind and supernatural creatures all over the world; these disputes spawned the early 15th century witch-hunts we still read about in history today, witch hunts that would span across three centuries until Supernatural creatures were practically extinct. Or so they’d have us believe. Mankind weren’t the only ones capable of adapting to new surroundings and supernatural communities across the globe went underground, shedding their old pride in favour of something which may constitute as a future. They still stuck to their own, separated from other supernatural factions while humans scoured the earth, hoping to end the last of them and cut through entire species to meet their aims and instead of mastering warfare these species mastered deception. In that first century they learned to exist outside of the normal world, to maintain close knit communities among themselves, living off the earth in the most secluded territories so that they may rebuild their families and repopulate these communities. The second century was when they slowly learned integration through painstaking effort. Not just among the humans but among other supernatural creatures. Witches learned spells to shield vampires from the sunlight, the Werewolves used their true forms to protect territories from the wild at night, Vampires themselves used the restorative nature of their magically infused blood to heal those who did stumble too close to an angry hunter. It was a slow process and these three clans were among the first to put it into motion. Of course, they knew other species existed out there as well, those who’d had their numbers too thoroughly mowed down or who’d always lived apart from them, such as the merfolk. Or even those who had the power to stay separate from the beginning, too enchanting to be considered dangerous by mankind and instead were turned into the kind of story you’d tell your children such as the Faeries of Ireland. They would come in time, too and join this supernatural union. Eventually though, these creatures started to experience longing, desires, to no longer be part of this hidden network of people, to live life to the fullest the way they’d had at the genesis of their kind. At first it started disputes once more among their own people, with the older generations remembering all too well how humans had burned through their people like plague. Eventually though, the urge became too strong… through this, in the early 1900’s the Supernatural Rights Movement was born, gathering the kind of steam that, when backed with the power of the supernaturals that mankind had forgotten all too quickly, became an inevitable tide that would change the course of life for both mankind and the supernatural. The first steps they took were huge, the biggest of all of those being the supernaturals unveiling themselves to the human world. It was obviously the most important step of all, a harsh reminder that the three century hunt had failed and all humanity had managed to do was drive these beings underground. With this came an unveiling of their capabilities, thanks to banding together underground supernatural beings had a harmony amongst each other and with it a way of life. They stood as a united front and their combined powers were too great to be simply ignored and brushed under the carpet; humanity could've rekindled their hunts had they been better prepared but the world wasn't ready and the Supernatural Rights Movement had too high a visibility to simply be eradicated. Along with a show of their power they evoked sympathetic feelings among human factions worldwide, peacekeepers who wanted to help cultivate the future alongside them and this was the door they needed into the new world. Countries were forced to grant citizenship to supernatural creatures who could trace their lineages back to a time far back enough in history that no government would have the right to deny them access. It was a slow process, spanning the course of ten years wherein humanity had to acknowledge the fact that some of these factions and families were ancient and together they held the kind of power that couldn't be denied. Once acknowledgement and citizenship were decided upon the ball really got rolling. Entire countries were forced to give reparations to the subjugated masses of the three century hunt and supernatural creatures were granted land worldwide, with some countries managing the processes faster than others yet all of them pooling together and cultivating the Universal Declaration of Individual Rights which gave status and liberties to all of earth's inhabitants regardless of backgrounds within twenty years from The Unveiling. The supernatural factions were able to draw from their own knowledge of 20th century humanity and formed a unified political party based on the desires of those who fought toward the SRM twenty years prior and these political parties stood as coalition governments alongside majority parties of each individual country, finally confirming their place within modern society. Each governing body started to develop individual divisions of the government to care after and maintain the welfare of supernatural beings with specific policies in place to manage the needs of their citizens. Integration came slowly and then all at once when these peace treaties and accords were made between all; gone were the old communities of supernaturals hiding in the darkness of night, instead they became regular citizens and with the governments having expanded to take these things into account all of the characters of fables just became, well, regular with extra skills or strange quirks. There were vampires working night clubs, werewolves teaching children and witches working in hospitals and all the shades of ‘monster’ in between. Old prejudices might still run deep among old clans but the world is slowly working to piece its way back together toward a brighter future for all species, regardless of their natural or supernatural genesis... ____ 2015 ____ In the modern day, things have cooled down enough that the supernatural/natural divide is no longer the scourge it had been in the 15th century. Instead, supernatural creatures lived side by side with humanity, co-existing in a way that couldn’t have been imagined in their past. Of course, there were still the kinds of groups that fought against this relatively peaceful union; after all the combined powers of some of the oldest fables in the world became a little too overwhelming to consider fighting and it was only thanks to the dream those supernaturals held dear that the entire thing didn’t end in systematic bloodshed. The creatures of old were too invested in a bright and hopeful future to see it overthrown by violence and the scars of their own subjugation ran too deep to see themselves become the monsters humanity believed them to be. Supernatural creatures have fully integrated into ‘normal’ life and over the last century have learned to work alongside their less gifted cousins in a way that has enriched both cultures rather than hindering either side.
	Personal History Eric Dufosset always knew he lived a special life. Particularly, when one considered just how blessed upbringing. Blessed in more ways than one in fact. The first blessing that he knew from a small age was the social class within society he was born into; the son of a rich family which happened to be particularly matriarchal and the only heir to the Dufosset line and fortune. The only thing he lacked growing up, in fact was a father, whether or not this was some clear indication of how the family had been before him or some particular quirk between his own parents he never sought to ask, he just knew it was. The absence of a father, however, didn't bring any blight onto the young Eric's life considering just how much family he continued to be surrounded by. He grew up on a sprawling estate in the countryside of Lille and had everything a child could ask for and some things they mightn't have asked for at all, including a private education given almost exclusively at home by the leaders of his clan surrounded by other children his age. They were all special after all, Eric had just been brought up knowing that he was more special than some of the others. The second blessing, however, was infinitely more enriching than the first. It was a blessing that started with a dream; a dream of a time long ago when society was only beginning. A society where governments didn't exist, only covens, families, priests and priestesses. It was a time of magic, where the elements and spirits ran wild, unrestrained and where the people learned with them and from them. Unlocking something inside themselves and becoming something different. It was a dream of the birth of witches. The significance of this dream was of no little matter to his mother, the night he awoke and ran to her to exclaim about what he'd seen. After all, it was the first prophetic dream of many, striking at puberty. Dreams that the Dufosset line hadn't anticipated to come again, at a time when there were no female heirs to inherit the power of their line. It wasn't unheard of for men to bear that title, not at all, it just hadn't happened for generations within their own line. With Eric, change had come and their line had the chance to prosper once more. His training became vigorous, he spent his days learning the same as everyone, everything academic- but his nights? Those were spent under the specific tutelage of his elders, the women who came before him and bore their coven into the future. They gave him the tools he needed to survive in a modern world while holding onto his past. The dreams cemented this knowledge, as he witnessed his own history almost every night for many years- unlocking long lost secrets the likes of which were only found in dusty grimoires. He didn't become powerful instantly, but however he became gifted. He inherited the gifts of his coven, as the true heir to his line, gifts that often manifested in one Witch at a time were his to own and eventually control, despite the rough process it seemed to be at the time. It felt like he'd given up a lot of his adolescence for this; for the ability to reclaim his coven as strong and proud- after all, before the hunt they were one of the strongest in Europe. But Eric knew this wasn't a burden, but rather a blessing. He'd grown up in a world imbued by magic, untouched by any taint from the outside world so private had their lives been. It was as close to perfection as the boy who eventually became a young man new, and he relished in those years. However there came a time, much like what happened with all adolescents, that he drifted away from this life. His head filled with dreams that were different than just becoming the head of his coven, more than just claiming a seat within France's witch society and helping to rule, but also there was a certain bitterness to it- why had he been the one chosen to sacrifice his life this way. There were benefits, of course, but to a young man who'd already given so much- he felt there wasn't anything left for him to give, not willingly at least. It was a time of change, for him and their coven. His change just happened to take him in a different direction than was accepted. He used old oaths, old promises and rituals to enable this change- a period of sabbatical that he could take away from the coven. He'd helped them reclaim the tools they needed to prosper, he was just handing some of that responsibility back to them while he struck out in the world on his own merit, shaking off the two blessings he'd been given both through magic and status. He disappeared for many years, leaving behind a state of imbalance within the coven, but only so that he could enrich his own life- he knew, after all, that it was his destiny, his birthright to become their leader. He just didn't feel like he had to bear that mantle immediately. Instead, he took himself to University and through a process that was more gruelling than he'd anticipated, especially for a man for whom everything had been so easy before, he became a psychiatrist. It was an interesting path to have taken, after all he spent most of his adolescence being told he was the one to save the status of their coven, to help people... it was a logical decision, then, that he'd turn that idea outward- making himself the kind of man that could help more than just his bloodline. After becoming qualified he set up a small office in Paris, then one in London, where he prospered within his work. Helping people with an amalgamation of modern science and ancient magic. It was perfect, gone was the feeling that something was missing, gone was the concept of burden. Instead, he'd managed a perfect synthesis of the two aspects of his life. Eventually, he returned home to the coven. Letting them know what he'd done with his life since his absence. Of course, it wasn't like he'd disappeared off the face of the planet, there were still letters exchanged, he'd just stepped off his pedestal of power. The funny thing though, was that for all their reliance on having an heir; in his absence the coven had once more learned to govern themselves. He'd unlocked the secrets of their past, sharing their ancestry's gifts among the other practitioners of their clan and they'd used his absence to strike up some kind of harmony. It was no longer that they needed one sole member to make decisions. Of course, they relied on him to make important ones, and he still had to be there for significant rituals and holidays. They just decided that maybe it was better for him to have time to lead a normal life, to do what he wanted to do. Knowing always that one day he'd return and take up that mantel again, both as heir and head of the coven but also as one of their elders. Teaching the next generation of witches born or adopted into his line how to continue their traditions. It was a long time coming, after all. But after thirty-seven years on this planet, Eric Dufosset had found peace as well as purpose. He was no longer the example of good breeding and privilege, instead he was a font of good. Helping people, both human and supernatural, while helping his coven. Obtaining a level of synergy that left him satisfied and his nights dreamless. He was peaceful, he was happy and once more, he wanted for nothing.
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