Caspian Lockwood

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Caspian Lockwood

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Species: Warlock
Class: Heir/Student
Age: 19
Birthday: October 31st
Birthplace: Hallow Oaks
Hometown: Hallow Oaks
Current Residence: Hallow Oaks

Likes:

• PHYSICAL LABOR: Caspian likes to get things done with his own two hands. He doesn't like to make other people do things for him. He finds the chore of physical labor to be exhilarating, especially when he completes a task. Making his own sailboat is just one of those things he likes to deal do because he knows each and every perfection and flaw and just how exactly it will work.
• BEING IN THE KNOW: He hates being in the dark about everything. He has to know what's going on around him and it can be about anyone. He hates being blindsided and he especially hates secrets being kept from him.
• HIS UNCLE: As his only surviving family member, Caspian is rather attached to his uncle; controlling or not. During his teenage years, Caspian learned to despise his uncle for his prison guard like ways he controlled him but deep down, the love he feels for his uncle is like that of a parent and he'll always respect him, no matter what.

Dislikes:

• BEING CONTROLLED: If there's one thing Caspian hates, it's being told what to do and what not to do. He likes to make his own life choices and doesn't have a problem during a deaf ear to anything anyone else says.
• HALLOW OAKS: He's always had a nagging urge to go beyond Hallow Oaks and explore the world but has been unable to leave due to the control of the town by his family and the Duke family. Caspian hates the intrigue, the power and the secrets and hates that he has a target over his head just because of his name. When he was fourteen, he was attacked by someone who simply despised him because of his name.
• UNDERESTIMATED: He hates being underestimated. He hates being considered weak and he hates arrogance. He's quite strong, fists and magic both, and isn't afraid to prove it if someone rubs him the wrong way. But what he hates the most is getting laughed at. He's been known to act out of sheer anger and seriously hurt someone just because they didn't think he could do something.

Strengths: 

• NAUTICAL: Caspian has spent most of his life learning everything there is to know about sailing, the sea and boats. He's even learned the coast of Hallow Oaks like the back of his hand and knows all the secret coves, underground tunnels and perfect look outs. It's a very strong swimmer and can even hold his breath longer than most. Caspian likes to joke that he's a fish reincarnated as a human.
• INTIMIDATION: Hardly anything with intimidate Caspian, except, maybe his uncle and the Head of House for Duke. Otherwise, he finds it easy to stand up to anyone who causes a threat to him. He's not afraid to stand his own ground and has, on a couple occasions, successfully intimidated others to leave him alone.
• MAGIC: Caspian's ability to easy and effortlessly learn and control a new magical ability is almost outstanding and there have been rumors he's good enough to become the next Supreme, even though there had never been a male Supreme.

Weaknesses:

• ANGER: One of his greatest weaknesses is his anger. Caspian can, and will, get riled up over just about anything.
• HIS ARM: When he was fourteen, he was attacked by someone who had tried to cut off his arm in an attempt to send him, in pieces, back to Victor Lockwood. However, with his new found ability, Caspian was able to stop him before his arm was severed. However, his arm never truly healed and he still has problems with it. He finds it hard to lift anything too heavy and he can't lift his arm too high up. This is something he keeps extremely secret.
• FREEDOM: Caspian's greatest goal in life is to sail away from Hallow Oaks and leave everything he knows behind. This is a weakness for him because he'd do just about anything to obtain that dream.

Fears:Though he hardly ever shows it, one of Caspian's biggest fears is the Duke/Lockwood "curse". Whenever a Duke or a Lockwood become friends, they die. Since meeting Caroline Duke, Caspian has felt the need to become friends with her but the omen of the curse holds him back and frustrates him. He also fears gaining the position of Head of House from his Uncle. He doesn't have a single idea of what he would have to do but he also doesn't want to be tied down, forever, in the one place he hates.
Goals:Caspian always wanted to leave home and travel the world, meeting new people, seeing new things but his uncle holds his family over his head and he's felt imprisoned in his own hometown. Someday, he plans to skip town and never look back.
Physical Ailments: His right arm was nearly cut off by an attacker when he was fourteen and severed many tendons and muscles. The hospital did their best to fix them but Caspian still can't put much force behind his arm or hold things for very long.
Psychological Issues: Caspian is prone to explosive anger which normally can only be calmed by a massive emotional change such as love, happiness or exhaustion. Punching him in the face and knocking him out also helps.

Personality: Like both of his deceased parents, Caspian has the urge to leave Hallow Oaks and leave all the conspiracy and power behind but feeling imprisoned by his own uncle in the very town his parents had tried to escape, makes Caspian feel like a caged tiger, ready to strike at anyone who pokes him. Ever since he was little, Caspian has had an anger issue. He can ignite over any little thing for extended periods of time. It was worse when he was little when his anger would trigger his Pyrokinesis and he'd end up setting something ablaze and be unable to control it. Now, of course, he's able to control it but sometimes, he catches himself on fire before storming off to cool down. He definitely doesn't put up with anything (Unless you're Caroline Duke, in which case he finds ways for her to antagonize her) and will stand up for himself, no matter what. He's not a stranger to his own fighting style. However, if you beat him in a fight, Caspian, surprisingly, is good-natured about it. He's never been a sore loser. But all of this doesn't mean he's dark and brooding. In fact, Caspian, once you get to know him, is fun to be around. He can make almost any situation fun and always has a strategy. He loves to pull pranks and get himself into trouble, mostly to piss off his uncle, and just likes to have a good time, no matter where he is or who he's with. IF you want to have a party, invite Caspian and he'll bring along his friends and your party will be the talk of the night. He can make friends with anyone and doesn't discriminate supernatural or non. He also has an intimate side he keeps to himself. Caspian has never turned this "intimacy" towards women before but he prefers to turn it towards his love of sailing and the sea. Only his uncle knows this side of him, not even his friends. It's something he likes to keep to himself, a part of his life that he still solely controls. 

Abilities: Pyrokinesis, Transmutation & Concilium
Ability Weaknesses:

• PYROKINESIS: Since it was his first ability, it's his strongest but it's also his worst. He's learned to control the raging flames but with his anger issues, he finds it harder and harder to control when he gets mad and is known to seriously hurt people without realizing it. It also takes a massive amount of power from him and, in some cases, he passes out and it takes him a few days to recover his stamina.
• TRANSMUTATION: For this ability to work, he needs to clearly see the exact image of where he's going in order to go there. I If he's never been there, he won't go anywhere. Pictures, also, most be exactly as they presently are or he'll find himself lost in limbo. And he can only for a few miles, at least. Anything further than that, he'll be dropped at his max distance, where ever that might be.
• CONCILIUM: He's had some practice with this particular ability and he finds it a lot easier to use when he personally knows someone. He gets exhausted rather quickly if it's someone he doesn't know.

History:

The sirens echoed off the trunks of the trees, the flashing lights giving the forest an eerie light. The wreck on the side of the road was barely recognizable. The truck driver had fallen asleep at the wheel and had literally plowed the small car into the side of a tree. The truck driver in question, was already cuffed and leaned up against the side of the police car as the officer took his statement. Paramedics were huddled around a body on the ground they had apparently pulled from the wreckage. It was the body of a woman, apparently, the only survivor. However, she wasn't going to last much longer. Serious head trauma and paralyzed from the waist down, her last dying wish was to see the two lives within her survive. When Victor had been called saying his brother had been in an accident, he'd never imagine that he'd never actually see his brother again. What was worse, was the woman who was lying on the ground covered in blood. He knew that bright red hair anywhere; a Duke. So this was his brother's secret these last few years. The very idea that she was the reason his brother was dead and he was here out in the middle of the night infuriated him. He could see the cloth covering what remained of his brother's body in the driver's seat of the wreckage and the weight of this moment laid heavily on his shoulders. The curse had taken yet another Lockwood and Duke and this time, they had been foolish enough to try and escape it.

He was tapped on the shoulder and he turned to see one of the paramedics with a sad look on his face. "Victor Lockwood?" he asked, wiping what appeared to be blood on a cloth he held. "There's something I need you to see..." Victor followed the paramedic to the woman lying on the ground. Already, the other paramedics were covering her up with a white sheet. The curse had taken its last victim. However, he wasn't prepared for what he was brought to. One of the paramedics stood and faced him, cradling two bundles in either arm wrapped in thick wool blankets. The bundles moved and Victor froze. Oh, brother, you didn't. "Mr. Lockwood, the mother assures me you are family. Unfortunately, we cannot hand them over without legal documentation and DNA testing..." But Victor tuned out whatever else the paramedic said. One of the bundles opened and a tiny little hand emerged, grasping for something that was far outside of it's reach. He didn't know if it was instinct or not but he reached out with a finger and let the infant wrap it's little fingers around it. From within the blanket, a head of dark hair could be seen and sharp, blue eyes found his. It was like seeing his brother reborn; the resemblance was uncanny. Victor had never wanted to be part of the Lockwood family or have any part of Hallow Oaks and yet, here he was, thrown head first into it and, surprisingly, he was okay with it. He smiled at the infant. He'd raise his nephew to be the next Head of House and let his brother's spirit rest in peace.



He screamed, covering his ears with his hands, his eyes squeezed shut but, he knew no one was home and he knew no one would come to his aid. Everything around him was erupted in flames. Plastic toys melted on the floor, the curtains already turned to ash and the door to his bedroom charred, the metal on the doorknob bright red. It had happened out of nowhere and he'd been unable to control it. He'd been playing with his toy sailboat when his hands had erupted into flames. He felt no heat or pain but the sheer terror of the flames had him losing his mind in panic and the rest of the room was up in flames before he knew it. Even now, with his hands pressed against his ears in a defensive pose, they were still alight with flames but not a single flame hurt him. His hair merely blew in the breeze as if everything around him were merely a projection. His uncle had warned him about his magic manifesting itself but since he hadn't really known his mother, he had been unable to tell the young boy what magic to expect. Out of everything, Caspian hadn't expected flames.

The door to his room burst open in a cloud of ash and sparks and he was thrown back on his butt in surprise, his blue eyes flashing open. The pressure the fire had caused, caused the door to explode outwards, the flames now licking down the hallway, devouring everything in their way. He watched in horror, unable to control anything. Was this his power? And was it truly this terrifying and powerful?

Through the flames in the doorway, a figure appeared and, as if using an invisible fire extinguisher, the flames disappeared, leaving behind only charred remains and some wisps of smoke. His face and arms were covered in soot and his tears left clean streaks down his cheeks. The figure in the doorway remained in the dark but he tossed an amulet at Caspian's feet before disappearing. It wasn't until later he realized the amulet controlled his flames for him till he was old enough to do so himself and, to this day, he believes it was the ghost of his dad who had come to save him.



It was the first time the two families had come together since Caspian had been alive and he was a raging ball of nerves. There was a reason the two families "ruled" as reigning witch families and it wasn't for money. It was all about power. A few times, Caspian had witnessed his uncle's unfathomable power and had been quickly reminded just how much he feared him. There was no doubt in his young mind the Head of House for Duke would be much the same way.

However, when the initial contact began, Caspian's attention was drawn to the girl with fiery red hair gazing at him through the crowd of her own family. Immediately, he felt a little more at ease having someone his own age around him and completely forgot about the powerful witch families. But it didn't take long for Caspian to realize that it was more fun to tease the young girl than get along with her and having her fire back insults with much the same enthusiasm and potency only riled Caspian up more. Warned of the curse before they had even left the house, Caspian knew the trouble that came with making friends with a Duke and, despite his obvious friendship he felt he could make with the girl, knew keeping her at a distance would not only keep him alive, but her as well. When the meeting was over and he was directed to leave, Caspian couldn't help but look over his shoulder at the girl he'd met and smile. Caroline Duke, I'll always remember you.



October 31st. The day his world both began and ended. Because of the distance from Hallow Oaks, Caspian was forbidden from visiting his parent's grave marker but it was three am and everyone in the house was asleep. Victor should have learned long ago that banning him from anything only drove him to do it even more. He ran most of the way there, the rhythm of his feet hitting the pavement was therapeutic and with each breath, a cloud escaped into the air. Caspian had always been a rather lanky kid who only needed to fill out and had turned to working out as his means to better himself. He'd never really been picked on, considering his last name, but he knew looks and whispers when he saw them. He found he had a great store of stamina and things like running a couple miles was nothing to him. In the darkness, the forest around him held shadows and the various insects and nocturnal creature's cries told him nothing around him was alarming. He slowed as he came to the chrome cross propped up against a bent tree. He let out a few breaths as he set his hands on his hips, catching his breath before he approached the cross. He bent down and pulled out the weeds that had grown up around it. "Hey, Mom, Dad. Sorry it's taken me this long to come back. Uncle Victor has taken on a role of a guardian a little too seriously." From the pocket of his gym shorts, he produced what appeared to be his school picture. He placed it by the base of the cross and let his fingers linger a little longer than usual on the cool metal before he stood back up. "Well, until next time, I guess."

He heard it a second before it whizzed past his ear and struck the tree. Caspian's eyes narrowed in on the arrow that was half buried in the tree. Before he was given the chance to turn around, he was grabbed by the back of the neck and forced face down into the grass, inches from the silver cross. A voice that was clearly altered spoke in his ear as a weight was applied to his back and his arms twisted behind him. "You Lockwoods' are a plague on this land! I'll just cut the line here and now and I won't have to worry about you anymore!" The voice seemed to hiss and Caspian's heart hammered against his chest. Only a few years ago, he came into a new power, the ability to sway the will of others simply by using his own will and he was getting rather good at it. He could make the staff at the house do whatever he wanted and even mess with his classmates. He tried now, to push aside the barrier of his attacker's mind but was greeted with an iron wall being placed up and a sharp blade slammed down into his shoulder. Caspian let out a scream of pain. Already, it felt like the tendons in his arm were going to rip apart and now he had a hot sharp blade slicing into his body. "Don't try your magic on me!" the voice snarled. "I know what you're capable of! And don't even think about trying to light me on fire! You'll be dead before me!" As if to prove his point, his attacker removed the blade and pressed it against his throat. "I think chopping you up into little bits to send back to your family would suffice. Shall we start with your arm?" The attacked slammed the blade back into his shoulder, slashing it down in a long arc. Caspian felt his arm go numb as he screamed out in pain. It was at this point he learned of another of his abilities and he felt as though he'd been sucked into a giant tube of black and white images before being deposited on the ground in front of Hallow Oak's hospital. He was still screaming, blood streaming from the cut on his back. Luckily for Caspian, his attacker had only cut tendons and muscle and hadn't amputated his arm. After Victor found out about his nephews attack, he set out a full scale search but nothing had ever been revealed. It only convinced Caspian more that he need to train and make himself stronger so he could protect himself.



The boat bobbed up and down in the swell and hit gently against the wood of the dock. Everything about it screamed new, the shiny paint, the crisp white sails and even the smell of wood oil. Caspian stood in shock at his birthday present. Most kids got cars on their sixteenth birthdays but Caspian was impressed his uncle knew him so well. With a bottle of wine in one hand and the keys in his other, he was grinning from ear to ear. Who needed a car when you had a boat? He boarded the vessel, loving the smell of the wood oil mixing with the salt of the sea. He instantly felt his worries fade away and the stress leave his shoulders as he reached out and took the steering wheel. His uncle had even bought him an old fashioned schooner complete with the old style wheel and rigging. He had never liked his uncle's fancy yachts. He'd always yearned for the older style boats. Everything was done by sheer physical labor instead of pushing buttons or turning knobs. With a grin, he popped the cork of his wine bottle and downed a few gulps before sitting it down on the railing. Officially christened as the boat's new captain, he stuck the keys in the unlock position which allowed movement of the steering wheel and backed his way from the docks and out to sea. He wouldn't be back in town for a couple days and, for Caspian, it was probably the best birthday ever.



"What?! Are you kidding me?" Caspian stood up abruptly from the table, the noise in the room suddenly dimming. "You can't control me anymore!"

Across the table, his uncle and head of the Lockwood family, sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose, his eyes squeezed shut in frustration. "You'll go to college and earn a degree and then when you graduate, I'll expect you to start shadowing me for when you become the next head of house. There is no arguing about this, Caspian."

Furious, Caspian took several deep breaths, attempting to keep himself from catching the table on fire. Already, the rest of the family was giving him odd looks and he didn't need to send them into a panic when the whole room burst into flames. In a low voice, he spoke. "I thought we'd agreed that I was getting out of this town after I graduated high school. I did everything you asked, graduated with top honors and kept myself out of trouble. And this is how you repay me?" He was visibly shaking now and he took a step back from the table.

"Caspian-"

"I don't give a shit, old man!" he snarled. He knocked his chair over as he stormed from the room. He hated being treated like a pet dog, he hated being a prisoner in his own town and he hated being told what he could and couldn't do! He'd show him up! He'd go along with his little plan; graduate college, take over the family and then, he'd tear down everything the families had built up. He couldn't wait to see Victor's smile slide off his face and that alone brought a smile to his face as he pictured the docks and immediately disappeared from the foyer.

Parents: Jackson Lockwood & SECRET Rosalie Duke
Siblings: SECRET Caroline Duke (Twin Sister) - Alive
Spouses: None
Children: None
Other: Victor Lockwood (uncle)- Alive

Where did you find us?: Ishy
Timezone: Eastern
Alias: Leto
Playby: Wade Poezyn