Downcast

Player: @First Player

NAME: Alistair Wright
KNOWN ALIASES: Downcast
AGE: 19
PLACE OF BIRTH: Cornwall, England
ABILITIES:

• Storm Control
• Spell casting
• Extensive knowledge of the occult

Alistair Wright had always felt like the world was waiting for him to apologize. Rain followed him like a guilty conscience; clouds seemed to gather whenever he lingered too long in thought. Growing up in a seaside village in Cornwall, people called him “Eeyore with eyeliner.” His teachers blamed hormones, his therapist blamed grief, and his mother blamed the Wright temper.

What none of them knew was that the storms didn’t just mirror his moods—they obeyed them.

When Alistair was nine, his father vanished at sea during an unnatural squall. The coast guard called it a “rogue storm,” but his mother whispered that the sky had “taken him back.” After that, the Wrights moved inland, but the weather followed. Streetlights flickered when he cried. Radios hissed when he dreamed. And sometimes, when he looked out his bedroom window, lightning forked in perfect rhythm with his heartbeat.

By nineteen, Alistair had embraced the role of local misfit—black nails, poetry notebooks, and late-night walks beneath the drizzle. His mother died that year, leaving behind a box of heirlooms: a cracked silver pendant shaped like a spiral cloud, and a small leather-bound journal labeled The Book of Tempests. Inside were rituals written in spidery Latin, diagrams of wind sigils, and entries signed Morrigan Wright, High Tempestarii. Most of it read like madwoman’s scripture—weather described as if it were alive, a creature to be tamed or courted. But one passage caught him: “When the blood remembers, the sky will answer.”

That night, a storm rolled in from nowhere.

Lightning framed the cliffs behind his cottage like divine punctuation. Drawn outside, Alistair felt the pendant heat against his chest. He whispered the final words from the journal—half out of irony, half out of longing. The wind stilled. Then, in the silence between thunderclaps, something ancient stirred—not in him, but through him.

The storm recognized him. His blood called to the tempest, and the tempest answered with awe. Raindrops hung suspended in the air like beads of glass. A spiral of wind coiled around him, lifting his hair, tugging at his clothes, tasting his magic. The lightning that followed wasn’t wrath—it was greeting. He felt it all: the pulse of barometric pressure beneath his skin, the shifting currents of dark clouds like muscle and sinew above. He wasn’t possessed. He was remembered. The Wright bloodline, thought extinct, had found its voice again in him.

The following morning, the storm was gone—but its mark remained. Alistair could hear thunder when he closed his eyes, smell ozone when he felt anger rise. Shadows bent toward him, carrying whispers of old Tempestarii oaths. His reflection in the rain shimmered with faint symbols—sigils of the forgotten coven.

Alistair attempted to keep his head down but months later. The turning point came when a storm he’d accidentally unleashed—born of his own grief—flattened a block of housing near the docks. Instead of condemning him, the survivors whispered about the “storm spirit” who’d saved them from the cult’s attack that night.

That’s when he made the choice.

⛈️Storm Control
Downcast can command and shape meteorological forces with precision. He generates and manipulates wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, allowing him to summon storms, direct lightning strikes, create gusts or shields of wind, and shift atmospheric pressure in a localized area. His abilities scale with emotional intensity, but with training he learns to control them deliberately rather than reactively. He can ride air currents to glide or propel himself, disperse fog or mist to obscure sight, and amplify natural weather already present. Prolonged or large-scale manipulation strains him, and using too much power risks drawing dangerous elemental attention or destabilizing the atmosphere beyond what he can retract.

🔮Shadow Magic
Alongside stormcraft, Downcast practices shadow magic inherited from Tempestarii rites. This branch of sorcery lets him weave darkness into tangible forms—such as binding shadows to restrain enemies, cloaking himself in gloom for concealment, or crafting runic sigils that enhance spells. His shadow magic also grants limited access to “umbric sight,” allowing him to sense supernatural disturbances and read the remnants of magic left behind. The power requires focus, ritual knowledge, and components like incantations or drawn symbols, making it less instinctive than his storm abilities. Overuse or careless casting risks letting the darker aspects of the Old Ways seep through, attracting entities that dwell within shadowed storms.