<div class="floatleft">(https://asset3.modelmanagement.com/mm-eyJ0Ijp7InIiOiIzMjAi/fSwiaWQiOiJpMzYxMzI5/IiwiZiI6InBuZyJ9.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Elias Watkins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=280409.msg13785993#msg13785993)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>March, around midnight.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Halliwell Manor, dining room<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Flannel shirt, jean jacket to hide his stunner, jeans, no shoes or socks.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Max, Anduin, Rosalyn, Open<br/><strong>Contents:</strong>Awkwardness<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As Max looked up towards the second floor Elias did too. Max was right the two up stairs seemed to be heading down after all. He could hear the foot steps and sense them getting closer. So he nodded and sat as Max had gestured for him to do. Before Max spoke Elias could already tell that Max did not remember him and was suspicious, which of course, he should be. The man was a white lighter after all and charged with guiding and protecting a young witch of the most famous and powerful bloodlines in the magical world.<br/><br/>At Max's words Elias shook his head slightly. “It's understandable that you don't remember me. That was a time in our lives I think we both regret and would rather forget. A hundred years ago I'm sure you didn't know about or believe in magic. So why would you remember someone you thought to be just as normal as you were? Anyway I'm not immortal, I've aged just not as rapidly as humans or witches. Notice the gray in my hair. Back then I looked about as old as you still look. To be honest the only one of the ladies here I know is Victoria and I just learned today that she is a witch and a Halliwell.” He smiled then clearly showing a bit of the awe he had been feeling since learning the truth and having been brought to the manor. “She's a Halliwell and brought me here to the manor. This is just so amazing. I never thought I would ever be standing in this house, where so much history took place.” Hearing the footsteps on the stairs coming down from the second floor he went silent and stood back up.<br/><br/>The other man, presumably Anduin the white lighter, looked to Max asking what was up. Transferring the sandwich to his left hand Elias stepped forward and extended his right hand. He gave a nod and friendly smile to the beautiful young brunette to Anduin's side. “Apparently I and Zoe are what's up. She's the sleepy looking blonde still in the kitchen with Kamea. I'm Elias Watkins. Max here is worried that I might be a threat to the ladies as I have let it slip that I knew him, or rather crossed paths with him a few times before he joined your ranks about a hundred years ago, which is perfectly understandable, a hundred years is a long time. You must be Anduin, my mother's and grandmother's white lighters mentioned you.” He turned back to Rosalyn with the friendly smile again. “You have to be Rosalyn, happy birthday and congratulations.”<br/><br/>Turning back to Anduin Elias sighed. “Obviously I'm not a white lighter. So the questions is how could I have met Max that long ago and still be so a live today. Well it is believed that my father was a demon, though I don't know who he is or was. You may have heard of me. My mother was Regina Watkins a witch, she gave birth to me very early into the 20th century. She was only 19 and I was raised by her and her mother, also a witch. That fact that I have aged very slowly givens credence to the idea that my father was a demon. I assure you though that I don't intend any harm to the Halliwells. I see their grandparents as heros and am greatly honored to have been brought into this house, especially today with two witches fully coming into their own. I was not raised to be a demon, but rather to be a witch. You know 'do no harm' and not to use magic for personal gain. Though that last one is kind of hard to maintain at times.”