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Ashes, Ashes

we all fall down

The Ashworths : cold, brutal, merciless, calculating. The family has been in Leviathan for generations, and each generation as brought forth new prodigies to feed the coven's infamy. Perhaps that is the Ashworth family's blessing - or curse. Ashworths seldom have over two children, and it is more common to see only childs than siblings. Many die young, partially due to profession and partially due to other circumstances. Few live to old age, but those that do are amongst the most famous of witches. And with the majority of the family being of the ice, it is expected that each child be taught by the elders, the masters of the winter and its numbing charms. [break][break]
From the moment of your birth, you're expected to become the next greatest leader of the family. To hold up the family name. To do great things. [break][break]
You, of the name Rowanyll Kieran Ashworth. You're nicknamed Snow White as a kid - skin as pale as snow, hair as black as coal, lips as red as roses. You hate the name - you're a guy, after all. [break][break]
You are an anomaly to the family - your mother had an affair with an unknown man. Despite the family's efforts, they cannot track down your father. Already, you're the mutt of the family. [break][break]
And your element! You're not a child of ice and snow. No, you are the one that creates the flurries and blizzards, a child of the breeze. You are lucky to have an uncle to teach you, but from the beginning, he shares a whispered secret - you will never be one of the Ashworths. Not truly. [break][break]
Frankly, you don't want to be - your grandmother is strict and a tyrant, running the household like it's a queendom. Your mother is forced to remarry, and she does, to another prestigious member of Leviathan. She bears you a younger sister, and though you live her dearly, you also feel a twinge of jealousy, for she'll have a respect you will never gain. [break][break]
But being the oldest, the son, and an Ashworth, you still have many standards placed on your shoulders. Especially so when you find out your affinity is summoning, one of the rarest affinities. You may not be a regular Ashworth, but the family is determined to make you into one. [break][break]
However, you're not ambitious. You can't stand looking down on others, probably because it happens to you so often. The family pets are some of your only companions, and you come to love animals as dearly as other people. Your mother tries to mould you into something made of sterner stuff; it doesn't work. You're too kind, too compassionate, too shy to even speak your mind. You hide, because silence has always been a better way to escape worse punishment. [break][break]
Your sister excels, and it's evident she has more talent than you do. Or at least, she fits the ideals of the Ashworths. You don't. When the time to choose a coven comes, you go with Leviathan. It's the one you know most about, and though you hold nothing against the other guilds, you don't have the will to say you want to join another. [break][break]
Your goals have never been outlandish. Right now, you dream of reading your days away, of soaking in the theories of magic and the history of its fruition. You want a peaceful life, but in Leviathan, how long will this peace last?