Appearance & Personality:
Eldritch stands taller than most kids his age. He has always been able to peek and have a clearer line of sight, allowing him to be observant. He has jet-black curly hair, often remarked to be very similar to that of his father despite not knowing who he is. He has prominent Stahl ears. Further adding to the eerie mystery of Eldritch’s appearance is his ghastly, pale white skin. Earning himself the nickname ‘Milk’ as so he was called by his family and friends.

Eldritch is more often than not wearing his favourite black and white horizontally striped shirt. Owning multiple pieces of clothing with the same pattern, varying from light shirts to knitted sweaters. Depending on the weather and season, he pairs them up with ripped black jeans or shorts, white socks with black stripes or vice versa and black shoes. From time to time, he paints his nails black after one of his aunts got him into the habit.

How Eldritch presents himself is exactly how he behaves. He tends to be quiet and prefers his own company alongside that of ghosts (or rather the voices in his head). He spends most of his time skulking around, talking to himself, whispering. However, should the stars align and have Eldritch socialise with whoever is unlucky enough to cross his path, he is direct, doesn’t think twice to speak his mind and has good intentions to get along with his peers. Eliphas is passionate about things he enjoys and tends to be a little eccentric about it. Often going on tangents, prophecies or theories that no one but himself would be able to understand.

Despite aspiring to be in his superiors' good graces, Eldritch finds trouble almost anywhere he goes and sometimes finds it willingly. The thrill of almost getting caught doing something he knows full well he shouldn’t be doing is exciting. Trespassing during the witching hours, stealing objects that do not belong to him - it’s all so easy when everyone treats you like a ghost.

The most daunting occurrence Eldritch is constantly having to deal with is his nightmares that never seem to be manifest into reality, yet everyone around him believes that they're prophecies brewing to become fact. Coming from a long line of witches who foresee the future, Eldritch is expected to be a Seer, but every prediction he’s tried to make has never been anywhere close to accurate. Only the cards show him guidance. Whether these visions are real or just hallucinations is a mystery that Eldritch is afraid to wander into.

Biography:
Eldritch was born and raised in Pendle, Lancashire. A location infamous for the witch trials that occurred in 1612. He was raised by the women in his family and took their name from birth as his father was rejected and then disappeared without a trace after El's grandmother refused to accept that her pure-blooded daughter married a muggle. Making Eldritch the worst of both worlds. A half-blood and a bastard.

Born into a matriarchal household, Eldritch was humbled very quickly. He had very little to say, to begin with, but with his stubborn and cutthroat grandmother, he might as well have been born a mute. The boy knew very little of stability, as his family was more than just an old crone and a witch. Old Scylla Wicked, his grandmother, was the leader of a group of people who were considered outcasts by the Wizarding community or as she liked to call them: Freaks. They went by as the Community of the Odd & Weird. They travelled around the globe, mostly in western Europe, in caravans. Each member had something unique to offer and much like any other business, attracted the eyes of those who sought to be amazed for an hour or two. Half-giants, ghosts, conjoined twins, a demiguise, Priscilla his favourite aunt and auntie Elizabeth who had the personality of a flobberworm. His mother, Alizon, was gifted in fortune-telling. But everyone who wished to take a peek into their future wanted to be read by big old nan. And read them she did, sometimes scam them too. She could invoke spirits, read palms, see the future. The female Wickeds were seers, it ran in the family. It was their trade. And as much as Eldritch tried to hate it, he couldn't.

As a toddler, he lived in a cosy little caravan draped in purple and red velvet, the walls a soft green. Tapestries of trees, apples and snakes. Hands and eyes, stars sun and moon, zodiacs, planets. Carpets atop carpets. The purring of cats was a reoccurring sound. It wasn't much, but it was home. However, the second he learned how to walk, a lot of moving started to take place. Granted, the caravan came all along the way, but there was a lot of travelling and a lot of people came and haven't left ever since.

There was very little Eldritch could do to contribute to his family's day-to-day errands. So more often than not, he was bored and boredom led him to become an absolute menace. Things would go missing, explosions would take place, shoes tied together - you name it. Eldritch was proud to know that none of his family could ever see any of his plans coming.

First Instance of Magic:
"Any time soon now" he remembered his grandma saying every single day, every single hour. Pressure, so much pressure. But at last, it had finally happened.

It was a gloomy day. The skies were grey and the only thing lighting them up were the blue thundering storms that rattled the glass windows of the caravan. A fire crackled by the round table seven-year-old Eldritch was forced to sit at. His thin legs batted against one another nervously and his nails dug into his hands as he stared at the table. Three cards laid down in front of him: The Magician, the Seven of Swords and the Tower. He liked the pictures, but for the life of him he couldn't remember what they meant or how to even interpret them. Every time his grandmother had something to say he yawned and she'd point it out every time.
"You're not listening!"
"You're choosing your own destiny!"
"You never learn..."
All Eldritch wanted to do was go outside and play in the rain. Jump in the puddles of muddy water and play with his aunt Priscilla. Anything, anything but sit at the yellow table. He began to dread yellow. It was that day that he swore he'd never wear yellow again!

A sudden bolt descended from the skies, sending everyone into a frenzy. It shocked the entire crew. Eldritch loved the rain, but the thunder scared him. He could feel his face getting redder by the second whilst his grandma rambled on about he's not good enough, how if he tried he'd be adequate. On and on she went until she made a snarky remark, one that Eldritch despised. Despite being so young, he was more than aware that being a Half-blood was like being the worst criminal to ever exist for his beloved grandmother.
She took out her wand and with a swift flick, her deck of cards shuffled again.
"I knew the day your mother confessed you were in her womb that you'd be a no-good-nobody. A stain on our family name. Wicked indeed. Foul. I should have seen you coming-"
Eldritch stood up, slamming the wooden chair against the wall behind him as he sent it flying with a breeze. His eyebrows narrowed angrily, his hands turned into a fist, his toes gripping at the bottom of his shoes. His eyes were burning and the tears running down on his cheeks felt like they were boiling. The cards lying in front of him scorched, setting themselves on fire, quickly turning into dust and ash. The remaining cards that were still being shuffled in the air discarded almost like they had a mind of their own - a disoriented one. Some ripped themselves apart, others burnt and the rest flew away.
There was a hum of awkward silence, followed by footsteps and heels clicking on wooden tiling.
"So it happened then?"
"I knew it'd happen today of all days."
"You could have been gentler with him."
"Took your time."