Where Anyone is Possible
Name: ℱaust ℬishop
Date of Birth: May 6, 1613
Species: Human, Witch
Scars: None. Absolutely fuckin' flawless.
Markings: Ink covers body from chin to toe. Faces, symbols, writing, all tattooed and placed for eternity upon the flesh.
Born on May 6, 1613, in the beginnings of a small town called Salem, Faust Bishop was brought into being. He was raised a farmer, much to his disdain. He grew tired... Bored of the same, every day life, abiding by the strict laws set by the Puritans of the court. Laws that would ban the practice of fun. Laws that would leave the powerless without power, while those "men of God" reigned supreme.
Often, he would venture, to escape the absolute power of the Puritans, to take refuge in the woods. It was there, in the midst of the trees hidden from the sight of Salem, that everything would change. It was there he would make a deal... A deal that brought his dreams to reality, and set him free. A single soul, so useless to him... For power. Power bestowed upon him in the form of witchcraft.
Years later, Faust would return to Salem in the guise of his own grandson, to unite and strengthen his former Coven, crowning himself as their Supreme. His reign spread to the town of Salem, and under the name of Edward Bishop, the Puritans established him as Magistrate, the ruling court official, elected in the year 1692.
The fear of witchcraft had been sparked long before Faust, but his presence only heightened the flame. Many had gone missing, victims of his craft, or those who had made the deal themselves, and took to the woods. He had to turn the attention of Salem elsewhere. Sacrifices were to be made, to ensure not only his own power, but the safety of his Coven. Sacrifices in the form of Witches. His own sisters and brothers, sent to the gallows under his own command and accusation. But it wasn't just them. Anyone who opposed him quickly fell victim to the noose, or to the flame. Nothing could stop him now. The Trials had begun, and they were being led by the Witches of Salem.
The door swung open, hinges creaking to a halt as the wood slammed into the stone wall. Polished boots thudded over the floorboards, carrying the man into his study. He threw an arm to the side, releasing the leather-bound books that were wrapped in his hold, leaving them to…Continue