Bewildered & Bewitched!

Beau Wilder Cinderwhite

Original Character

Local introvert that needs to be adopted by a few extroverts. Moral alignment is not a relevant concern.

A self-proclaimed witch, his god-given magic heavily inspired from fairytales and fables alike. He can turn someone into a frog, enchant animals through song, or even send someone into a long, involuntary slumber. He's typically good-intentioned, though.

Conspiracy buff. Health buff. Magic buff. Fashion buff. Fairytale buff. Is buff.

Aside from his older sister, Wilder was the only human in a household of long-lived nonhumans. His parents were prestigious and highly respected magic professors― his younger sisters in the same field of study, all successful. His older sister a professional designer. It was a very competitive environment to grow up in; as such, power dynamics are all Wilder knows. This may lead to him being a bit critical about the company he keeps.

In spite of his laid-back, nice guy persona, Wilder appreciates a good fight and is no stranger to fighting dirty. He's memorized pressure points and vitals specifically for the battlefield.

Loves being a reliable big brother figure to children.

Always smells good. Always.

Will do the cooking and cleaning in exchange for your company.

“O-oh god-! I’m so sorry-! Let me-!”

It’s not even noon, and already one of Wilder’s heels break, causing him to trip. In doing so, he manages to spill his entire smoothie over the clothes of a man he had never met before.

Also, they were standing in the middle of a busy sidewalk, so the incident came with an audience. Wilder wanted to crawl into a hole. Fade out of existence. Find an angel in the next realm over and beg them to perform a miracle that made everyone who had witnessed this event forget him entirely! 

“Fuck. I got this, hold on.” He lifts a finger, not quite pointing at the stranger but above him. Said finger begins to make imaginary strokes, as if trying to write something in the air.

It’s a pretty peaceful day in a park somewhere in Techno Solar. There’s a few food trucks parked at the edges, readily serving anyone who may find themselves with a craving during their nature walk. Wilder was no exception, his curiosity piqued when he saw a particular vendor selling dippin’ dots, which certainly wasn’t a thing back in his own world. (At least, not to his knowledge.)

He approaches the truck to get one, and walks away holding two separate containers. One was free, so he figured he may as well accept it. Scanning the area for an empty bench, Wilder finds that there aren’t any. However, there is a free spot next to a girl whose face he’s never seen before. Assuring himself that she appears friendly enough to approach (otherwise he would have opted to not sit down at all), Wilder walks towards her, doing his best to not reveal his nervous nature. 

As he greeting, Wilder shows the stranger both his icecreams--one strawberry cheesecake, the other rainbow.

"Hey there! Um, want one?” 

 Ever since he arrived here, Wilder couldn’t shake the hollow feeling inside him. Or rather, the lack of something dearly important. It was unnerving, really, how he couldn’t feel a single sliver of magic, or even recall how to go about casting the most simplest of spells. He’d spent some time during his walk muttering familiar phrases, phrases he knew damn well worked in the past, but all he got out of it was a few odd looks from passerby, followed by the humiliated feeling one gets when they’ve just been caught talking nonsense to themselves.

But he doesn’t give up so fast. Eventually he pauses in his tracks and decides to try one last time, putting all his focus into his index finger as he points it towards the sky and carefully attempts to write in the air. Under normal circumstances, Wilder’s finger would glow, allowing him to write archaic letters purely out of light. This time, what Wilder gets instead is a sudden jolt of pain run through his head, causing him to curse sharply and double over.

So his magic really has depleted. Given the circumstances he had to face back home, this really was worst-case scenario for him. No, this was the worst-case scenario for him period! He was already stressed out enough by his current environment, there was absolutely zero reason as to why things had to become harder for him!! What gives!? What god did he piss off this time!?

As he straightens his back, Wilder realizes that somebody’s watching him. Out of concern, curiosity or amusement he doesn’t know, but he tries dismissing them with a wave of his hand. Nothing to see here!

It’s a quiet morning at a quiet café. Or... it’s supposed to be. But the man sitting at the table right beside Deunan’s is a bit noisy, taking away from the cafe’s serene atmosphere with his distressed ramblings, an attempt to organize his thoughts by giving them a voice. Unfortunately, it seems that he’s so lost in his predicament and jotting down words on a notebook paper that he’s completely forgotten to whisper. 

“A toothbrush... extra toothbrush.. clothes’ll be absolutely necessary. Ah- I’ll have to get a ton of other toiletries. Should I start buying my own groceries too? I can’t just up and assume that my roommates are buying groceries for everyone to share. If I got on bad terms with them this early in, life here is gonna become troublesome..”

Organizing his thoughts was what it was supposed to do. But for Wilder, it appears that vocalizing his thoughts has done nothing but instigate new, much more contrived thoughts. He writes some words, erases. Writes more, only to erase before even finishing those words. 

“But what if I do anyway? We’re from entirely different worlds.. there’s sure to be a hiccup in our communication somewhere. Maybe I should play it safe... get myself a tent, sleeping bag, umbrella.. warmer clothes, too. Maybe a fishing rod? A book about cooking fresh fish. Maybe a hunter’s knife? Ah, and a light for a cooking fire.. that means I’ll probably need some kitchenware, too..” 

With a look of hopelessness in his eyes, Wilder begins scribbling circles over the entire page before flipping to the next clean one. 

What a fascinating thing it must be to witness — a man and his very first experience with a vending machine.

Clearly, whatever it was he was trying to get, the machine ate his money somewhere along the way. And despite it only costing him a single dollar (and a half!), Wilder appears absolutely distraught.

“No fuckin’ way… this thing’s a scam? I gotta look out for more than just people in this world?”

He’s talking to himself, mind you, so caught up in his own little predicament that he almost fails to even notice somebody else is close enough to witness his dramatics.

Almost.

Upon exiting his bedroom, Puppy would immediately be hit with the smell of something cooking. And, should his nose follow the source, he’ll soon find himself in the kitchen, a red-haired stranger preoccupied by the stove-top and surrounded by a complete mess of ingredients scattered across the counters. Cheese, mushrooms, tomatoes, onions, spinach and spices... and that’s only what’s at his right-hand side. 

Puppy doesn’t have to wait very long before he’s spotted. Truth be told, Wilder was expecting the company. He just wasn’t expecting it so soon! Wilder’s eyes light up anyway, a toothy grin complimenting his features. When he speaks, there’s a noticeable accent.  

“Oh! G’morning! I dunno if they tell you these things before bringing me here, but I’m Wilder, your new roommate! Um, so have you ever had an omelet before? I don’t really know what worlds besides my own’re like.. “ He had never even entertained the possibility that there could be others. Even now, when he’s staring in the face of someone who is definitely otherwordly in both face and attire, Wilder can barely accept that the person he’ll for now on sharing a living space with is, in fact, an alien and not just someone from a faraway land. Hell, he’s still in shock from learning that he himself isn’t in the world he’s supposed to be. 

“It won’t offend me if you don’t eat it, of course, but I figured I should do a little something to introduce myself...” he continues to ramble on, laughing nervously. “Though I was hoping you’d wake up after I finished cooking.” Mostly because he didn’t want to end up subjecting himself to awkward small-talk should his new living pal not be just as shy as him. Gods, wouldn’t it just suck if his housemates were selected not based off of convenience, but similar personality traits? But if opposites are what attract, wouldn’t that mean that his roommates may be the type to never shut up? Ugh, that was even worse. No, he was overthinking again-