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BOWDRIE FENN
Stop on by and meet your local hillbilly apothecary! Raised in the folk magic traditions of his Appalachian foremothers, this superstitious son of a witch has got just the potion, poultice or placebo to fix whatever ails ya. He's also got a nice lil still in the back if you want somethin' with a real kick to it. (WARNING: You might experience nausea, heartburn, temporary to permanent blindness, death, etc., after drinking non-medicinal products provided by Mr. Fenn.)
He's also got a cat. But fuck that guy.
Oh, and, by the way, if any folks from a place called Booneville call up asking for him, he ain't here. He's not their missing mayor and he didn't burn down that cabin, he's just some other ginger fuck out here having psychic arguments with a cat.
He's also got a cat. But fuck that guy.
Oh, and, by the way, if any folks from a place called Booneville call up asking for him, he ain't here. He's not their missing mayor and he didn't burn down that cabin, he's just some other ginger fuck out here having psychic arguments with a cat.
personality
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confident . outgoing . resourceful . open-minded . proactive . fun, always up for a good time . brave
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morally gray . unserious . extremely superstitious . rough around the edges . rambunctious . physical, bad with words . restless
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impulsive . reckless . short-tempered . unorganized . nosy . self-centered . stubborn . bullshit artist . emotionally constipated . distrustful
appearance
🐈⬛ Clashing camo, chew can ring on the back pocket of all his jeans, A GREAT BIG BUSHY BEARD
🐈⬛ Gravelly voice, accent straight out of some holler in the hills of West Virginia, LOUD
🐈⬛ Real "holy shit am I in the wrong part of the woods, oh fuck is Deliverance real??" vibe
🐈⬛ Literally always accompanied by Pawpaw, his cat familiar
🐈⬛ Luck charm half-sleeve on his right arm, including (but not limited to) a horseshoe, four-leaf clover, acorns, ladybug, hamsa, a rabbit's foot, a sprig of white heather, etc etc
🐈⬛ Wears a hagstone on a hemp necklace, which he literally never takes off, plus a handful of other luck charms on his keys, tied to his shoes, embroidered on Pawpaw's collar
🐈⬛ Gravelly voice, accent straight out of some holler in the hills of West Virginia, LOUD
🐈⬛ Real "holy shit am I in the wrong part of the woods, oh fuck is Deliverance real??" vibe
🐈⬛ Literally always accompanied by Pawpaw, his cat familiar
🐈⬛ Luck charm half-sleeve on his right arm, including (but not limited to) a horseshoe, four-leaf clover, acorns, ladybug, hamsa, a rabbit's foot, a sprig of white heather, etc etc
🐈⬛ Wears a hagstone on a hemp necklace, which he literally never takes off, plus a handful of other luck charms on his keys, tied to his shoes, embroidered on Pawpaw's collar
abilities
background
- Bowdrie was born during an eclipse, thirteen minutes after his sister, to a coven that hadn't had a son in at least 200 years. Some folks said it was a bad omen to come into the world while the sun was dark, or that he'd been dropped off by some fae pulling some brood parasitism bullshit. Others thought the two of them represented the sun and the moon meeting in the sky. Mostly they just figured there wasn't a whole lot they could do. Hopefully this maybe-fae child could at least do magic.
- Luckily, Bo was just a boy. While plenty of his aunts and "aunts" thought him unfit for the hard work of keeping the coven running, they still taught him how to commune with the natural energies surging through the Appalachian mountains. He was instructed how to make potions and poultices, how to use his magic and protect himself from curses, and how to sling those curses if it was really necessary. While he took to healing better than other subjects, his family really hammered home the importance of protection. Just in case that eclipse thing really did come back to haunt him in the future.
- Raised on the fringes of society, Bo never thought about how the rest of the world lived, and never cared to explore beyond his home space. He was a teenager when that changed and there was a schism in the coven.
RhondaRaven Cassandra Ebony Way had her house foreclosed on and they lost the barn that had been their covenstead. While others offered to host, they each felt that hosting entitled them to a share of that leadership and no one could agree on who deserved that. So they scattered. - Bo (and his cat) struck out into the world to find another place to belong, but it was harder than he thought trying to fit in. He stuck to small mountain towns and little shacks in the woods, foraging and fishing and making witchy little trinkets to sell at the farmer's market sometimes. Every few years, he'd up sticks and head for a new town and a new hole in the woods.
- One of those places was Booneville, KY, a small town out on the Kentucky River with population of maybe 100. One day while minding his own business and living his best life out in the woods, Bo heard a commotion coming from further out by the river. Some local teens had been drinking and fucking around with fireworks when one of them went and fucked himself up, taking one right in the face like a champ. For the first time in his life, Bo happened to be the soberest man on the scene and he was actually able to help.
Busting out his herbs and wraps and only-slightly-expired salves, it was almost nothing to get the dumbass kid looking almost like normal (sorry bub, those eyebrows ain't gonna grow back no matter what he slaps on 'em). All he asked for in payment was a couple of their gnarliest fireworks and he had no desire to tell their parents a damn thing. - It was no big deal as far as Bo was concerned. The kid's looks (and fingers) were in more danger than his life. But that's not how the teens spun it when news got out. The weird mountain guy had swept in like a superhero to save Buckley, he wrapped him in gauze and seaweed and made everything grow back together, they... might have smoked some salvia while waiting to hear how their friend was doing. Either way, the whispers about their local cat witch in the woods took on a notably positive slant.
And when the mayor of Booneville retired and they needed someone else to take the title for the tiny town, someone put forward Bo's name. Someone else seconded it, others shrugged and didn't shut the first two down. Bo thought it was funny — what's a mayor do anyhow? Cut ribbons? Fuck, he'd love some big ol' scissors, and if the buffet would throw in a discount for mayoral candidates then... why the fuck not? - Bowdrie Boone Fenn was elected mayor of Booneville in a landslide (18 votes). He attended his first city council meeting, banged his little gavel, and then they asked him for his opinions on civic matters.
Two days later Bo had packed up his entire cabin and tossed a lit match in the trash can. This is too much responsibility, and he hears there's something going on in Toronto that could use his help.
miscellaneous trivia
- His familiar is a black cat, Pawpaw, who’s been with him since he was eight years old. The two of them bonded immediately at the time and have the ability to communicate telepathically with each other. Unfortunately, their relationship is a little rocky at the moment. And has been for the past six or seven years. Like an old married couple that just needs to divorce already, they're sick of each other's shit. Unfortunately they're also codependent and their magical bond requires them to be stuck to each other's side pretty much constantly.
- While plenty of witches in Bo's world use wands, he never really had the patience for it. His magic is usually more focused on his potions, and he can direct it elsewhere just fine without the aid of a wand. It's just a little unstable and kinda wild when he does. Which might be a thematic constant in his life.
