I was born in 1100 BC in Greece (making me 3,113 years old), along with my little sister Emmalisanine Keres (3,028 years). I started transcendence (basically the process of learning magic and becoming immortal as a result) in 1538 AD. I lived in Tartarus for around 130 years and re-emerged in September of 1666 in London. After a few centuries I decided to stop causing accidents and start fixing them. I became a Hunter, and am currently one of the leading Hunters in England. I'm also in the middle of a move to (terrified face) America, and am deathly afraid that I'm going to get my head ripped off by a bald eagle or that I'm going to be killed by fireworks or some other dramatic, horrible, uniquely American death. Please bear with me if something like that happens. …show more content…
you name it, I was pretty much there. As a result, I have seen so much occult rumor go swirling through the air, it is ridiculous. I remember the Ten Plagues, some of which were hilarious, others of which were terrifying. The frogs in particular scarred me for life. As a result of just how long I have lived, I've grown up around magic. I've learned so much about it that it made me immortal. Strangely, I don't know much at all about potions! I love the idea of potions because hey they're sort of hard to mess up. Follow the darn instructions and it should all be okay! I wish life worked that