<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/Decorated%20images/4aoec0eo.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Carson Denvers<br/>Age: 26<br/>Occupation: Paranormal Private "Detective"/Wiccan Magic User<br/>Bio: Carson is a submissive guy with a bit of a fiesty side when aggrivated or annoyed by something. He has been training in the ways of magic since he was barely a year old. His family leads a line of Wiccans of a coven who deal in the world of the supernatural. Usually under the radar to protect the normals from the very world they are apart of. They often use magic spells in unpopulated areas and have rarely had set backs. Over the years Carson has improved and become stronger in his magic. He hadn't been careless but a couple times had left behind evidence when the battle with his magic and the offender had gotten extremely heated. His family were killed many years ago in a battle between good and a group of mobsters made up of both normals and supernaturals. He was thus orphaned at the age of fourteen and taken in by his parent's Coven. Where he continued to advance in his skills. However, the police forces technology over the years has been advancing and it has been close calls on a couple occasions. He plans to continue his parents line of work while trying to continue to go to school.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Carson had several close calls with the cops arriving to scenes or reported disturbances. Thankfully nothing major had happened and he left without any sign he had been there. In one building had been left behind some wreckage caused by a demon. At the other place it had been a charring left in a field of grass near the edge of the city. Nothing major really. However, each time he tried to do things to help normals it felt like someone was watching. No one appeared to be there but he couldn't shake the feeling he was being stalked. He was currently finishing his last college course of the day. His phone going off and he answered it when he walked out of class. "Hello? I see....yes. Of course. I will take care of it. You said the graveyard in town that has those abandoned buildings around it? I see. Of course. I will take care of it alone." He said simply.<br/><br/>He went back into the class and told the professor that he had a family emergency that he needed to take care of. After which he packed up his things and headed towards his small home. Grabbing his bag of spell supplies and a spell book. Little did he know this was a set up by a coven of bad magic users. He left the house as the sun was setting. Heading towards the graveyard wearing a hooded cloak with the hood up. It was getting dark and was naturally nippy due to the time of the year so nobody thought twice about it. Entering the graveyard he saw the issue. Ghosts and ugh...even a couple of zombies. This wouldn't be too hard. He began taking he needed ingredients for a banishing potion and began to make it. The ghosts and zombies not paying any attention to him yet but he needed to work quickly. He mixed the ingredients and went to say the spell when he was spotted.<br/><br/>He mentally cursed and sighed. He moved in front of the potion and moved his hands. Whispering something under his breath and froze the zombies in place. He had left the cauldron unattended and little knowing someone had tampered with it. Not that that alone would cause the events that was going to occur. No. It was just the spark to which would kindle the flame. He quickly put the potion in vials and threw it into the air. Beginning to chant and lost focus for just a split second when a rock smashed into his back. That small second when the rock hit caused a mispronouncing of the words. THis combined with the tampered potions caused the entire spell to backfire. The vials exploded and a small crater formed a white done and shot outwards in all directions for at least a block of the entire abandoned area of town.<br/><br/>He was sent flying into a tree hard. Groaning he winced as he looked up to see. Sure the issue was gone but now he was dealt with a bigger issue. To make matters worse he heard cop sirens and they were very, very close. "Shit..." He said. Standing up and looked around. A crater, a leveled block of empty buildings, and scorch marks with small flames. This...was not good. In fact when he went to run he realized that some of the cops had seen the use of magic. He knew he should have just done a spell instead of trying the correct method of potions and spell. Just a spell would have been more draining but less likely to error. He heard the screeching of tires followed by the openings of doors. He looked around to notice he was surrounded. "Fuck..." he said. Hearing the clicking of guns getting their safety turned off. The next words filled him with a bit of dread. His cloak, he realized, completely destroyed for the most part.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Freeze! Put your hands in the air and get down on your knees!" The lead cop said. Not entirely sure he believed his eyes. It fit the reports they had been getting about "magic" and mysterious circumstances. Each site had said they saw a cloaked figure entering and leaving but nobody knew where the figure went or where the figure came from.</span>Carson groaned and put his hands in the air and got down on his knees. Of course he wouldn't reveal his coven and they wouldn't reveal they knew him. He rarely interacted with them since turning eighteen anyways.<span style="font-style: italic">"Put your hands on the back of your head. No sudden moves." The cop ordered.</span>Carson put his hands on the back of his head and stayed on his knees. His magic was intended for protection not attack. Unless the attack was the method of protecting or dealing with those endangering those he was protecting. Those people being the people who weren't supernatural beings.<br/><br/>He sighed a bit and felt his arms jerked from the back of his head to behind his back. The unmistakable sound of handcuffs cuffing his wrists together could be heard. He was then forced up and towards the police car. He was practically shoved into the back and there he sat. Could he possibly use magic to undo these cuffs? Yes. Yes he could. However, then he risked getting shot. He was not wanting to be riddled with bullet holes. Sure he could use his magic to heal but he wasn't supposed to use magic where others could see. He wasn't supposed to be caught doing magic around normals. He had gotten caught. Which meant essentially he was on his own for real now.<br/><br/>He heard the cops talking to the chief over the radio. The chief saying they found the culprit for the recent mysterious event and believed him the cause of the other two. The chief said something about FBI and that they had been called in to help handle this case. Well more like they forced their way in when they somehow overheard they had someone they caught using a strange sort of...well they weren't sure what to catergorize it as. Just that they had caught him at the tail end and him at the scene of the lastest crime scene. Therefore they analyzed by what remained of the cloak he was connected to the other crime scenes this week and possibly some of the others. Carson was mentally groaning. Caught using his magic. This was not good. Well he wasn't saying anything.<br/><br/>The cops arrived at the police station and dragged him inside. Taking him to an interrogation room in which they spent two hours trying to get him to say something. They had printed him and saw he had no prior record. The frustrated cops then jerked him up and dragged him to a holding cell. Saying something about they were informed high ranking FBI agents were going to be coming to interrogate the suspect and that they no longer had control of the situation. He sat in the cell still quite handcuffed for another couple of hours before he was dragged from the cell and shoved into a cell in the interrogation room. On the way there he heard the chief griping about how the FBI had taken over the investigation when they had jurisdication. Mentally he was shaking his head.<br/><br/>He was honestly a sweet and caring guy. Sentimental at times but he could also be quite stubborn. Fiesty when annoyed or aggrivated. He also knew better than to admit to anything no matter what they were doing. Sure he knew they had caught him red handed doing his magic but he didn't have to confirm what they suspected. He watched as the two FBI agents came in. He noted the cop was about to say something. If he had to wager a bet he was certain he was going to say something about how it was ridiculous and impossible what they saw but there was no signs of explosives so they couldn't classify it as anything other than magic. Not that the normals were THAT ignorant of the supernatural. Their knowledge though remained with proved cases of supernatural beings. THings like magic and psionics had never been proven scientifically and most cases called in proven to be false.<br/><br/>He said nothing as the woman took over. Damn. He was in deeper trouble than he thought. FBI took over the matter. Crap. Crap. Crap. Here he thought he had a chance to possibly get out of here without any issues. No. That went out the window the second these FBI agents entered the room. "I'm the one what?" He asked. He wondered if he could learn what they were accusing him off more definitively by acting like he didn't know what they were talking about. He wondered when he was getting out of these handcuffs. If there had been enough time between cops bringing him here and FBI agents entering he could've used magic. Instead he was left handcuffed. Least they moved the cuffs so his arms were in front of him so he wasn't as uncomfortable.<br/><br/>"Carson Denvers." He said simply. He had told as much to the cops. He just hadn't answered any of their other questions much to the cops frustrations. Though it had been amusing to see the good cop bad cop routine first hand. A bit intimidating because bad cop was quite aggressive but still amusing. Still interesting as he assumed it was just a movie thing. He hadn't realized it was actually applied in real life. He moved to resting his arms on the table. Leaning forward a bit to stretch out. Then sat up but left his arms resting on the table. Taking the older woman in. She was beautiful but he could tell just by looking at her if he tried anything funny with her she'd kick his ass. His submissive nature was well hidden but it was there. He could actually be quite timid when he wasn't being stubborn about something. Right now he was determined to attempt getting out of this without admitting anything.<br/><br/>Some reason a sudden sinking feeling of dread floated down from his brain to the pit of his stomach. Something had him feeling like that wasn't going to be the case. That this woman was going to demand answers and not let up until she got them. A look to her partner showed the guy was quite brow beaten by the woman. That was not a good sign. Meant she was in control and knew what she wanted. That she went after what she wanted and would not give up easily. If at all. He looked back to the woman quickly. "So when can I go?" he asked. He wasn't sure if he'd be spending nights in jail or not. He had leveled, unintentionally, an entire abandoned block and destroyed a graveyard. Left a crater in said graveyard. Caused small fires in the leveled buildings. Pretty much a crime scene of destruction. This did not look good for him. Not good at all.