ANDERSEN, søren

eighty-three ✦ male ✦ freelance artist ✦ warlock ✦ civilian

+ adaptable
+ creative
+ faithful
+ soothing
+ romantic

- brash
- cold
- judgmental
- pessimistic
- stubborn


It started with a water fae, beloved as a small village deity of water and healing.

Soon his home among rivers became smaller as time passed; the humans had stopped believing and the buildings reached higher, higher to the sky and the width consumed more and more land. The humans had grown more with the increase of food and land but he was soon driven away by urbanization of the times. Humans had no need for him anymore, the fae who healed and sang to his human worshipers. All but one woman -- a witch who easily identified him. She found him, took him in. It was strange for him to be dressed in such frilly clothes and his blue hair combed. It was strange yet oddly fascinating. The water fae began to experiment and observe human behavior as his retainer desired. This included various reenactments of human courtship of which his witch fell for easily, resulting in a child. While she sought a serious relationship with the fae during months of pregnancy and birth of their child he did not -- he was simply curious.

The child's name was Søren, born a warlock from a witch and a water faerie. As he grew into a child the boy was taken care of by his mother than father. His father was more so a playmate of the young boy's, his father's curiosity of the lifespan of a child kept him around. Søren didn't have much strife in his life at a young age -- he was a simple and relatively happy youth though more quiet than others (his mother's influence).

It was the age of six when he received his familiar -- a pure white snake with eyes the color of stormy skies. The snake had a habit of coiling around him, it was a quiet creature. In the first few months it never talked and once it did he was surprised to hear a soft feminine voice to speak bitterly to him. It was around this time the boy became more aware of his powers and wanted to become more involved with magic, spells, and the supernatural. It was his birthright, being from non-human parents. It was this time on that he noted the way his father spoke, acted, and fluttered about in the home -- he noted, with his familiar's comments, about how his father seemed to not care about anyone but himself. Though he wanted to doubt his observations during the years of single digits, his familiar pressed on the issue.

It was here that he became more aware than any young boy should and that he finally gave a name to his familiar -- Eris.

His mother and father eventually split after many arguments and emotional detachment that filled the years of seven through nine. It disturbed him a bit how the ordeal didn't feel so bothersome. Normally other kids would be angry. But he was not. At this point he did love his father but his mother was of more value to him, being the only competent parent. There were more troubling matters afoot.

It was his tenth year in 1940 when he saw many men with guns, speaking a language foreign to him when Søren felt afraid of not having his dad with him. When the word of Nazis were coming to Norway, he was scared. Nazis. His mother reassured him -- the British would help, all was to be fine. Though they had fought the Germans his country was defeated and soon he was greeted everyday with the sight of foreign soldiers in the morning. It was terrible and he hadn't felt more sick to his stomach. But to him, a young boy with powers beyond a human's imagination, he also felt responsible. Even though he was a boy, he had resources to things others did not. It was that moment he decided to resist.

Having a familiar was more beneficial than he had thought. With spells and familiars, Søren was able to deliver news to others. He was one of the many who delivered news of the Allies, carrying illegal newspapers to others apart of the resistance against the German and, on some occasions, was able to hear secrets from the soldiers through Eris' snooping. He took much delight in this, to his mother's dismay, and it was one of the ways he became involved in journalism. After the war with the economic boom of America, he had moved to the former Allied nation with his mother. These years passed by quickly for him. He wondered how his father was fairing at times like these and the thoughts of the war still lingered.

As a young man at the age of sixteen, Søren dabbled in the arts. His knack for the printed word from the war made him take part of the school newspaper, reviewing parts of the school and getting involved in photography. This would go with him as he graduated high school and decided to become apart of a local newspaper. He noted as his age changed, his appearance did not. Tens years in and he still looked young -- something he figured was the blame of his father's faerie genes.

His life overall was peaceful, and a bit bland. It did not pick up again until the 1960s where many came together to protest the newest wars. To Søren, it was nothing new as he lived through it himself in a more extreme sense. He was sent in to cover the protests by college students, to simply observe and get information. It was there that his life changed to be more exciting. She was there on the front lines, sign waving and eyes set ablaze. Her resolution rang clear to the warlock. He was enamored with her.

The two talked -- he as an interviewing journalist and she his subject, a strong believer in peace and the antiwar movement. It was like watching a stronger version of his beliefs during his time in Norway in his youth. They became friends and he was tied onto her little pinky finger. They grew close to one another and Søren had a resolve to stay and help with the protests though it costed him his job. He wasn't the unbiased writer that they wanted anymore. She helped him with finding a new home and he fell even harder for her. But it all was for naught; she was already taken and her boyfriend was simply one of the men fighting in Asia.

They didn't meet again. After some time, she escaped and carried on with life while Søren was still caught in the past. Her hair, her eyes, her everything -- it still captivated him to no end. In this new city of Chicago where students once held their heads and signs high, Søren floated around the bottom of the barrel doing low paying artsy jobs like painting to sell on the streets.

She was thirty when they met again in a small café he worked at as a barista. She was in disbelief, he looked exactly the way she met him. It was like he never aged. She was alone, near the end of her boyfriend's deployment he was killed in action -- blown up into tiny pieces. In that moment Søren never held someone so close or quickly before. That was when it started.

He explained to her what he was -- a warlock with the age process slowed -- he was older than she and he lived through multiple times. That never bothered her much, she found it fascinating to his relief. It was autumn when the two met and it was winter when she finally fell for him. And it was in the spring when they married. Though the prejudices of a seemingly older woman and young man was clear to them, they didn't care. They lived through a happy marriage, filled with true passion and admiration. She grew older and he stayed the same.

It was the year of 2013 when she became more forgetful. Where the keys were, what time it was, the little things. But soon it became so much more in a such a short time and he felt even more sick than ever once the doctors told him what it was. Alzheimer's. She'd forget about him, about them eventually. She was old, he was not. She would die, he might not.

He wanted her to be comfortable even though she couldn't remember who he exactly was now. Kinau was the place they went to. She always wanted to visit Hawaii, Kinau in particular because of the inhabitants. She lives in an elderly home now and he visits. Sometimes she doesn't know him, other times she does. When she does they talk, they dance and listen to music like they used to. They whisper lovely things to each other. She says she feels lucky that he loves her in this pitiful old age, her beauty gone. He reassures her that she always was ethereal to him, always beautiful. She tells him though that she's dying, she can feel it. He stays silent because he knows. He does tell her proudly and clearly that he loves her -- now and then, forever.

He tells her, "I love you." And she looks at him fondly before she looks confused and replies.

"Do I know you?"


》 his closet consists of long coats and sweaters of muted colors.
》 from music to writing, Søren has take part in many arts. He has been a writer, a painter, a photographer, and a musician. He paints, writes, and plays the guitar. His voice is fine but soft.
》 he occasionally volunteers at the elderly home she lives in.
》 his mother runs a bookstore in San Francisco. Many of his writings are there as well. He contacts her occasionally.
》 he has siblings that he does not know. His father is irresponsible and free with his relationships.
》 his sight is bad, a result of overused spells he tried to heal his wife. He failed in all and hates it.
》 he regularly wears sunglasses or some type of glasses. His eyes are sensitive.
》 his name means strict, something his mother was. But his father liked the name due to the accent (ø) as well. Søren later took on his wife's last name, Andersen, when he married.

played by luna ✦ kim jihyun of mystic messenger