Lady Zatara

Late 20s to Early 30s

He/Him | They/Them | It [ now be careful love with that one, I don't bite unless it's consented to, but I can be a nasty bugger ]

Bisexual. As he'd put it: “Society should not be allowed to dictate the rules of how one lives life. Or who one loves. I am capable of caring for [anyone I choose]. Just as I have cared for women I have known, [...] I have cared for some men, [both] whom I have known intimately." (yes, this is straight up lifted from Benedict Bridgerton's declaration of his sexuality to Sophie).

Son of Lord and Lady Constantine, John Constantine was orphaned at a young age when his parents were hanged for treason. Stripped of his title, he was forced to live in poverty.

When he turned 13, his Constantine heritage caught up with him.

Usually older kids did not get adopted at the orphanage. Everybody knew that. So when an old man, claiming to be a foreign Count showed up for him specifically, John had the common sense to be scared. Especially since the old man had insisted for all direct meetings and transactions to take place at night. The amount of money he 'gifted' the orphanage certainly smoothed all the difficulties they could encounter working around his peculiar clock and within 2 weeks, John was officially adopted and to travel with his new guardian. The man had rather usual arrangements for the trip, telling John of them during their sole shared dinner, though John was really the only one eating whilst the other looked on, ravenous but with no food in front of him. But honestly, John was fine with actually not travelling in the same carriage as the man, loneliness hardly new to him and the other's presence particularly uncomfortable. The whole thing was odd, a bit surreal and something kept nagging at John, so he felt constantly on guard, used to light sleep anyway following his time at the orphanage. Eventually they made it to Transylvania where the Count was from and dinner in his castle was the first time John laid eyes on him since they left London. Dinner was a quiet affair, but John ended up cutting his hand while working on an apple, nothing deep, just a superficial prick of the blade against his palm, but that agitated the Count. Not remembering how he ended up where he did, John eventually woke up the following day in his new bedroom, it felt off but nothing seemed amiss or different, except that the small wound of the knife had been, for some reason, heavily bandaged. Doubt and disbelief led John to remove the bandage and find, not the small mark of the tip of the blade on the palm of his hand but rather odd bite marks both in the palm and on the back of his hand. John remembered none of it happening so he had a bout of panic before he put himself together and went seeking for answers. He found no one in the castle, but being a clever boy, he kept looking, and it felt as though he was drawn to the underbelly of the place. Eventually, John ended up in a crypt where he found the Count asleep in a coffin, naked and decayed. Suddenly the creature awakened and started to pursue him throughout the castle, telling him that the Constantine heir oughta be his, as foretold, for he should live longer than normal men and his blood be more powerful than the one of mere mortals.

John eventually managed to flee in the heart of winter, without coat or horse, running through the forest during the day and walking as night fell and made his progression more difficult. He refused to stop before making it to a hamlet of sorts. Eventually he managed to stumble upon a group of Roma people who saw a cold and frightened kid and welcomed him, bringing him to warmth and offering him food. When he reached for the bowl of soup offered though, they saw the vampire bite on his hand and told him he'd been marked by the devil. They brought him in front of their most skilled forture-teller. She read his fate and fell into transe, revealing him his origins and his hidden powers with the voice of his mother.

“Remember Johnny: Nil desperandum auspice Deo. Fiat Lux. Always remember.”

Shaken after the discoveries, John retired to rest and slept more deeply and soundly than he had in years. Eventually, the cold got to him and John woke up. Alone. The hamlet had been deserted. But they'd left him warm clothes, breakfast and some wood. John sas grateful, though lost. He decided he needed some time to think and plan, having no idea where the nearest village or city was and knowing the Count's castle couldn't be far enough. He went on to explore his surroundings and cut some woods, under the watchful eye of a crow. When night came, John locked himself inside a house and ate the one small fish he managed to catch. When the wooden door was blown up, John picked up a hatchet and set up to fight, to easily be disarmed and thrown across the room. Seconds later the older, larger, man, vampire really, laid above him, fangs extended. "Fi-fiat lux." John whispered out, half-panicked and watched as the palm of his hand bitten hand lit up, blinding the older man. John kicked him off of him and repeated the words, louder, stronger, bolder and blinded the both of them with the strength of the spell, even burning some skin off of the other who laid there wailing in pain. John ran out and got on the horse the Count had brought with him, putting as much distance as possible between him and the vampire.

After those events, John dedicated himself to learning how to use his powers, to protect himself first but also to protect others. So that they may not be preyed on as he was.

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- Content warnings: Smoking | Mild Alcoholism | Swearing | Flirtiness/Suggestiveness | Mental Health Issues | Violence | Likely Detailed Descriptions involving Blood & Death | Mentions of Childhood Abuse | Potentially Mild Horror | (I will always tag all particularly relevant posts appropriately too)

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