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Kiril was born in Varna but grew up in London, the son of Ana Ivanova and a father that she has steadfastly refused to talk about for the entirety of his life. A Bulgarian immigrant, she worked hard to keep food on the table, entertaining her young son with stories from traditional slavic folklore — it was really all she could afford. But Ana carried a darkness with her, always seeing visions of things out of the corner of her eye, hearing whispers. She tried to hide it from Kiril, but it wasn’t long before she noticed that he was seeing similar things, the dark, stalking shapes that plagued her waking days running amok in his    
Kiril was born in Varna but grew up in London, the son of Ana Ivanova and a father she has steadfastly refused to speak of his entire life. A Bulgarian immigrant, Ana worked tirelessly to provide for them, spinning tales from Slavic folklore to entertain her young son stories were all she could afford. But Ana carried a darkness with her. She glimpsed things in the periphery of her vision, heard whispers when no one was there. She tried to hide it from Kiril, but soon she realized he saw them too — the dark, stalking shapes that haunted her waking hours ran wild in his dreams.
dreams. Turning to the only source of protection she had, Ana did the little 
 
rituals passed on from her mother and grandmother for protection against evil 
With nowhere else to turn, Ana sought protection in the only way she knew how: the old — no signs of struggle, no warning. But Kiril always suspected something darker, something unseen that came in the night and took her.
through the rudiments of slavic witchcraft she still remembered or was able to
 
find information on.                                                         
After her death, the nightmares worsened. Grief pulled him into a downward spiral, and he turned to drugs — both for escape and for income. He took whatever work he could find, scraping by through petty crime, sex work, and the occasional maintenance gig—anything to hold onto the last fraying threads of pride. It was no surprise that a combination of a partial overdose and a screaming nightmare finally cracked something open inside him, hurling him into an Awakening, kicking and thrashing.
                                                                             
 
As Kiril grew older he tried his best to support her, working odd jobs and   
Fortunately for him, London has no shortage of mentors for the newly Awakened. It didn’t take long for someone to notice the Orphan stumbling through magic with all the grace of a sledgehammer. He bounced between teachers at first — his visions suggested an affinity for the Dreamspeakers, but his patience for spirits utterly lacking. The folk rituals his mother had taught him hinted at a path with the Verbena, but the lessons and knowledge they presented was too scattered, a jumbled mix of pagan traditions with no structure to guide him forward.
eventually finding his way into construction and building maintenance in his 
 
late teens. As it turns out, all you have to do is drop a few line of Bulgarian
Then, almost by accident, he found his true mentor.
and nod along when people say things to you, and nobody bothers you for       
 
anything outside the bare necessities of communication a situation which   
An Haoyu, a young Taiwanese man practicing martial arts and yoga in the park, drew Kiril like a moth to a flame. And An saw something in Kiril too. They hit it off immediately. An was a member of the K’an Lu Ecstatics, and he taught Kiril how to find stillness through movement, freedom through discipline, and mastery through surrender. He introduced Kiril to Eastern practices—tantra, Taoist alchemy, the interplay of ritual and symbol. He showed him how seemingly opposing forces could fuse into something greater than either alone, how the body and mind could be transformed through quiet intention, how substances could be transfigured to influence both self and world.
Kiril found perfectly acceptable. It was easy money with no extra social     
 
obligations.                                                                 
Under An’s guidance, Kiril trained until he was ready to stand on his own. An then left for China, seeking out persecuted members of the K’an Lu, hoping to aid them in their struggle for freedom. Kiril hasn’t heard from him in some time.
                                                                             
 
When Kiril was 19, his mother died suddenly. It happened in her sleep. Doctors
Now, Kiril has found a new purpose. He has joined the Circle of St. Herodias, using his knowledge of drugs and alchemy in pursuit of perfection — both his own and others’.
suspected an aneurysm, as there were no other outward signs, but Kiril always
 
suspected something darker -- that one of the things only they could seem to 
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see had come and stolen her in the night.                                    
                                                                             
The nightmares grew worse with the loss of his mother, and its wasn’t long   
before Kiril spiraled into self-destructive behavior, turning to drugs to ease
the pain and make extra money, as well as whatever he could scrape up on the 
side through petty crimes, sex work, and the odd maintenance or construction 
job that let him keep a small sliver of pride, however slim and diminishing it
might have been at the time. It’s no wonder that the combination of a partial
overdose and a screaming nightmare rocketed him right through an Awakening,  
kicking and screaming.                                                        
                                                                             
London, at least, has no shortage of mentors to be found. It wasn’t long before
someone noticed the newly Awakened Orphan trying his best to put a name to the
new senses of reality, blundering his way through magic with all the grace of a
sledgehammer. As a stubborn student, though, he would go through a few       
preliminary mentors. His visions seemed a good fit for the Dreamspeakers, but
it wasn’t long before someone realized that his talent with manipulating     
spirits was utterly lacking. The small rituals that his mother taught him might
have made him a good fit for the Verbena, but the disjointed teachings and    
seemingly random smattering of dozens of pagan practices were too unstructured
for him to make much in the way of progress.                                  
                                                                             
Perhaps to everyone’s surprise, the young man finally settled on a mentor he 
found almost by accident. An Haoyu, a young man from Taiwan, practicing martial
arts and yoga in the park, drew Kiril’s attention like a moth to a flame. A saw
something in Kiril too, as the pair hit it off almost immediately. A member of  
the K’an Lu Ecstatics, A taught Kiril that he could find inner stillness      
through outward movement, freedom of mind through strict ritual observance, and
mastery of the self through surrender. He taught Kiril the secrets of eastern 
practices that he had picked up along the way — tantra, taoist alchemy, the  
power of ritual and symbol. How seemingly opposing and opposite forces can   
combine to create something distinct from either, and how substances can be  
transfigured through a quiet effort of will to have a sympathetic effect on the
body or outside world.                                                        
                                                                             
Kiril studied under An until it was safe to be released to his own devices,   
with An returning to China to try to reconnect with other persecuted members of
the K’an Lu, attempting to aid them in their efforts to find freedom, but has 
been out of contact for some time. Kiril, meanwhile, has recently joined with 
the Circle, using his knowledge of drugs and alchemy to try to perfect himself
and others.

Latest revision as of 01:07, 27 February 2025

Kiril was born in Varna but grew up in London, the son of Ana Ivanova and a father she has steadfastly refused to speak of his entire life. A Bulgarian immigrant, Ana worked tirelessly to provide for them, spinning tales from Slavic folklore to entertain her young son — stories were all she could afford. But Ana carried a darkness with her. She glimpsed things in the periphery of her vision, heard whispers when no one was there. She tried to hide it from Kiril, but soon she realized he saw them too — the dark, stalking shapes that haunted her waking hours ran wild in his dreams.

With nowhere else to turn, Ana sought protection in the only way she knew how: the old — no signs of struggle, no warning. But Kiril always suspected something darker, something unseen that came in the night and took her.

After her death, the nightmares worsened. Grief pulled him into a downward spiral, and he turned to drugs — both for escape and for income. He took whatever work he could find, scraping by through petty crime, sex work, and the occasional maintenance gig—anything to hold onto the last fraying threads of pride. It was no surprise that a combination of a partial overdose and a screaming nightmare finally cracked something open inside him, hurling him into an Awakening, kicking and thrashing.

Fortunately for him, London has no shortage of mentors for the newly Awakened. It didn’t take long for someone to notice the Orphan stumbling through magic with all the grace of a sledgehammer. He bounced between teachers at first — his visions suggested an affinity for the Dreamspeakers, but his patience for spirits utterly lacking. The folk rituals his mother had taught him hinted at a path with the Verbena, but the lessons and knowledge they presented was too scattered, a jumbled mix of pagan traditions with no structure to guide him forward.

Then, almost by accident, he found his true mentor.

An Haoyu, a young Taiwanese man practicing martial arts and yoga in the park, drew Kiril like a moth to a flame. And An saw something in Kiril too. They hit it off immediately. An was a member of the K’an Lu Ecstatics, and he taught Kiril how to find stillness through movement, freedom through discipline, and mastery through surrender. He introduced Kiril to Eastern practices—tantra, Taoist alchemy, the interplay of ritual and symbol. He showed him how seemingly opposing forces could fuse into something greater than either alone, how the body and mind could be transformed through quiet intention, how substances could be transfigured to influence both self and world.

Under An’s guidance, Kiril trained until he was ready to stand on his own. An then left for China, seeking out persecuted members of the K’an Lu, hoping to aid them in their struggle for freedom. Kiril hasn’t heard from him in some time.

Now, Kiril has found a new purpose. He has joined the Circle of St. Herodias, using his knowledge of drugs and alchemy in pursuit of perfection — both his own and others’.