<hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/E%20char%20pics/tumblr_loahfnIbTS1qga03vo1_400-2.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name/Alias:</strong>Wyatt Halliwell<br/><strong>Creature Type:</strong>Witch/Whitelighter<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Halliwell Manor<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Melinda and Tragan<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Wyatt had certainly lived a charmed life.  After everything he had gone through as a baby his family thought he'd never have the chance to live a normal life, but his mother was bound and determined to prove them wrong.  Not that his magical nature was neglected.  When he came of age, the Charmed Ones ensured that he learned what he needed to know about the Book of Shadows, despite his gender.  He had proven himself to his ancestors time and time again before he could even talk, after all.  The oldest child of each Halliwell sister had officially pledged to guard the book of Shadows with their lives and Wyatt took that oath very seriously... which is not to say his younger siblings and other cousins weren't prepared to do their part as well.  Needless to say, after the final battle things had calmed considerably.  He could hardly remember the last time he had seen a demon or other nasty come calling.  So to honor his mother's wishes, he had graduated High School and gone on to attend a culinary academy where he followed in his mother's footseps and became a chef.  Unlike his mother however, he had no interest in working at a fancy restaurant.  He just wanted to be able to cook wonderful meals for his family.  He was co-owner of a trendy club and it turned out his mother had managed to save up a nice amount of money to leave to him, Chris and Melinda when she passed away.  It wasn't a ridiculous amount, but it was enough to, in addition to his share of the income from P3 ensure that he wouldn't have to work anytime soon, so long as things remained quiet on the supernatural front.<br/><br/>Wyatt had taken his mother's death hard... he looked to his father and siblings for support in those first few weeks, but in the end remained strong.  As the oldest, he had to be.  Despite the loss of his mother and aunts, Wyatt was a happy child.  He had tried a few relationships over the years but nothing seemed to stick.  The girls could all tell there was something different about him and it scared them away.  That or they would leave when he wouldn't tell them his secrets... like telling them he was a witch would go over well.  Wyatt made sure his family was taken care of.  Everyone couldn't stay at the manor of course... there weren't enough rooms, but if any of his cousins needed a place to crash, he made sure there was somewhere in the house they could stay.<br/><br/>Today, Wyatt was preparing some dinner... he always made extra, because you never knew who may be coming by.  The house was filled with the smell of Italian seasonings and other nice things cooking.  As he checked the oven, he smiled.  The lasagne was coming alone nicely.  He had made everything he could from scratch, of course... even the pasta.  He noted the rolls were done and as he looked around, he couldn't seem to find his oven mitt.  He frowned a bit... the frown quickly replaced by a smile as he focused his power.  The pan with the rolls on it disappeared in a shimmering field of blue light, reappearing on the cutting board, telekinetically orbed.  He closed the oven and noted the time.  The lasagne should be ready in 5 more minutes.  The table was set for eight.  What was he forgetting?<br/><br/>Then the door opened and he looked up.  He could tell who it was as soon as she walked in.  His baby sister... and was that-?  Tragan.  He chuckled to himself, smiling as he called back.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey you two!  I'm in the kitchen... I hope you brought your appetites."</strong>