My First Kiss

There really isn’t much to tell about my first kiss. The resulting beating afterwards was far more memorable but it never really stopped me. Have I been cryptic enough? Good.

My first kiss, I initiated. I was a still a small boy, but I was gaining height quickly around 12. I was gangly and I found myself unappealing and I wasn’t exactly noticing girls for the first time that came a year or two later. I had those strange feelings about other boys. The guy I was crushing on was a few years older than I was. He was on the swim team. I watched him from a distance. I was an outcast so people didn’t tend to notice I was around most of the time.

We were at an afterschool party in the boys dorms. The swim team had just won a meet and we were all celebrating as championships are one of those things worth celebrating. Dylan was alone in the kitchen. I was always loud and obnoxious but that day I wasn’t. I was quiet and shy but I struck up a conversation with him. It was when I first noticed I was getting taller than kids older than me. It was nice not looking down on this guy I was crushing on badly. We talked about him, he like every other guy I know like to talk about themselves. I was keen on letting him know how I felt so I kissed him.

I knew he was straight. I knew it wouldn’t go over well. I expected him to push me away and pretty much just walk away. I was wrong. He not only caused a scene by yelling. “Oh my god. You freak. What the fuck is wrong with you?” He then proceeded to give me a beat down. I was used to being a punching bag. He got in a few good licks before I stopped the whole thing with a wall of air between us. The first punch nearly broke Dylan’s hand, but he was a fool and tried to hit me again. I of course snickered at him from the safety of my wall. Until his friend walked up behind me and sucker punched me pretty much breaking my concentration and doubling me over. I wound up in the infirmary for a few hours and detention for a few days. Dylan on the other hand wasn’t punished fairly, since I had started it by kissing him. Something I didn’t deny.

I didn’t exactly kiss many other Venatori boys or girls for that matter after that. I did have a few run ins over the years with kids in the Academy with me, but most of my sexual and sub-par romantic encounters were with my human counterparts out in what I called the real world.

David Bowie

It is a sad day when Rock Legends die.  I’m too young to have followed the early years of David Bowie.  But one of AJ’s beta readers said that he could see me liking David Bowie and Queen and the Glam Band era.  With the dawn of You Tube and such it is an actual possibility.  But I have to think on that.  Do I like David Bowie?

The short answer is yes.  But not necessarily from a music stand point.  David Bowie is the kind of man I want to be.

The quote has been going around the web “I don’t know where I’m going, but I promise it won’t be boring.”.  And this is true to my own self even before AJ started researching David Bowie for me.

We came upon an article that pretty much summed up my life in AJ’s head.  David Bowie didn’t care what you thought.  He was who he was and that’s how he lived his life.  It took me a long time to get to that point in my life.  But I am who I am.  I like myself – my flaws and my assets.  I don’t care if you don’t like me, nor if I offend you.  You be you and let me be me – we’ll be great.

So a late “Rest in Peace” to David Bowie, may you continue to inspire the generations from the stars.

Introduction

My name is Nox Sétanta. I’m a Libra. What’s your sign?

Okay not really a line that works. But “Hey Duckling, wanna *ahem*” doesn’t work either.

Anyway, me. I like talking about me.

I was born in Boulder, Colorado.  Grew up in the great city of New York.  That’s a long story I don’t want to get into right now.  I am improbable.  There is a whole line of statistics I could get into to tell you how improbable my birth was but I won’t bore you with those details.

My mother is human.  Her family was annihilated when she was young.  She grew up in the Venatori as well.  Learned all about how cruel and evil the other supernatural creatures were.  She took it to heart and when her son turned out to be something more than mundane she shipped him off and forgot all about him.

My father is Venatori.  He is a hunter, like my mother, and myself.  He is one of the best there is with his ability to determine the best option in a infinitesimal amount of time.  My father didn’t know I existed until I was 18 years old and he was informed – oh yeah by the way you have another son.

They are my parents and I don’t know either of them, and I don’t really care. The only family I need is the one I choose, which right now consists of one soul – my best friend Jason Hill.

Jace has been my best friend since we were 5 years old.  We’ve done a lot together – mostly got in trouble.

I am Magnus, and what that means is I can bend the elements – do magic in layman’s terms.  But again I’m improbable.  I can bend all four elements at the same time.  Not exactly profound if you think about it.  But it’s a rare talent in the Venatori, most can only bend one or two elements but never bend them all together.  Some say I’m the strongest Cesari living today.  Cesari is what I am – a Magnus that can bend all four elements at the same time.  I don’t know how true that is, I’ve only met one other Cesari.  Like I said it’s rare.

I am a hunter – it is my ultimate destiny to  uphold the law of the Clandestine Providence.  I help maintain order and the secrecy of our supernatural world.  Without the Clandestine Providence the human world would shatter.  What was once thought of as impossible is no probable.  Myths and legends would destroy the world because they had the power to do so.  Humanity would cease to exist and there would be all out war among the other races on this blue marble in the universe we call home.  There is no God – only us.  We all evolved for various reasons and some greater being took it upon his own person to protect every race. Thus creating the laws of the Clandestine Providence.

I was born to be a hunter.  I will likely die a hunter.  But I don’t have to like the job I do.  I find it barbaric that we can’t find a better way to handle the little things.  The punishment should fit the crime not a one size fits all – you will die if you break the law.

That’s the basics of me except for my dashing self.  I’m 6’1″ approximately 145 lbs of lean muscle.  It takes me fricking forever to get to an ideal muscle mass for the job I do and the creatures I go up against.  I don’t have Venatori strength or speed.  I am at a disadvantage so I eat healthy, workout everyday and practice as much as my schedule allows me too.

Maybe one day I’ll let AJ describe me to you.  I’m horrible at colorful words unless you like them vulgar and inappropriate.

So that’s me in a nutshell.

*evil laugh*

Yeah not. I have my own special brand of crazy and it lurks in the forefront of my mind. I live my life as a programmer – loving my job. Writing as a hobby to express my creativity – to live outside my own mind. A thing I’ve done since childhood; except now playing with toys is not exactly “adult”, so I write.

Nox Sétanta lives and breathes in my mind. I think through him when my mind wanders. He is one of many characters who’ve taken up residence in the far reaches of my imagination. This is his story – his words – how he sees the world.

I’m not here to show you his world, or even tell his story. I’m letting his personality reign free here where he can vent unbridled, where he can roam in my mind and details the silly things he sees as I fill his story in. It probably won’t make any sense day to day. I rarely do anyway, but this is the mind of Nox Sétanta – a half human, half Venatori Magnus with the ability to bend all four elements at the same time. These are his thoughts, his trials and his words. Maybe you’ll enjoy him as much as I do.