<strong>Name: Todd Williams</strong><br/><strong>Race: Witch</strong><br/><strong>Gender: Male</strong><br/><strong>Age: 27</strong><br/><br/>(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7056/6883366907_6c79a91728.jpg)<br/><strong>Powers: Illusion</strong><br/><br/><strong>History:<br/>                 The first time Todd realized that they where an unusual family was the night his father died. Until then to him they had been your typical American family, dad worked as an accountant, mum was a stay at home soccer mum. And Todd was your average teenager, well just into teenage when it happened.<br/><br/>         He was asleep and then his father was shaking him awake telling him to get dressed. Despite his asking all his father would reply was get moving, we have to go. Bundled into the hall and then outside, his mother was standing by the Jeep throwing in a case.<br/><br/>         Then it all went wrong, a figure came over the wall, and it seemed that he had leapt the wall but that was impossible it was a good six-foot. But regardless the figure landed and then moved at incredible speed towards mum.<br/><br/>         Todd was just about to shout to warn when mum turned and the figure exploded into flame. A figure of flame, Todd could feel the heat even where he stood, the stink of burning, clothing hair flesh vanishing under a searing flame. But what stuck in Todd’s mind was his mother’s face. She watched the figure burn with a face so serene that she might as well been watching Todd play ball.<br/><br/>      Let’s go where his father’s last words, they started forward and then a figure came out of the darkness. Hands grasping his father’s head and then a sickening crack his father’s head at a wrong angle, his body dropping. The figure smiling revealing fangs, Todd falling backwards, losing his footing to sprawl next to his dead father’s body.<br/><br/>      The thunder of a shotgun, the figure being slammed backwards away from Todd and then exploding like the other into flame. His mother grasping him, pulling him up, the shotgun in one hand her eyes checking him. Todd looking at her, seeing not a mother but something else, something dangerous.<br/><br/>      She did not speak as they drove away, not for hours as they headed for Granddad’s cabin in the mountains. Then just a few words, “I was wrong to try and live apart, we are not human, we belong with our own.” Todd did not know if the sights he had seen or his mother’s words chilled him more.<br/><br/>      Of course over the years he learnt, learnt that he was a witch like his mother but his father had been human. Learnt that his mother was a Fire Witch and an enforcer. A dealer of punishment, which she carried out with that serene calm look he had first seen that night.<br/><br/>      But he was no fire witch, in fact he had no aptitude for any of the elements. But what he did have was an aptitude for illusion, for making people see what is not there or not seeing what is there.</strong><br/><br/><strong>Personality: Todd has a streak of mischief in him although he can be very serious when he needs to. He believes that his mother was wrong that it was not that she had tried to live with his father who was human but the Vampires that made it all go wrong. <br/>         Still he respected and loved her and leaving the mountains was hard but it was something he had to do  he had wanderlust his granddad had said but he had also told him to look for the Moryth. A witch who could conceal paranormal events even in broad daylight would be very useful to them. <br/> </strong><br/><br/><strong>Advantages: trained in weapons and unarmed combat by his mother. </strong><br/><strong>Flaws: Mischievous, rebel against authority. </strong><br/>