PauciloquentPumpkin
Pumpkin Patch
ThreeSuns17
Peridot Marigold was an Aswang witch. The witch part was pretty self explanatory, someone who was capable of utilizing occult magic. An Aswang was a feared creature, mostly talked about in Filipino folklore. A creature said to feast on flesh, their favorite meal being unborn children still in their mother's womb. Peridot thought this was a little ridiculous, though not all the rumors spreading around were untrue. She was certainly capable of using magic, with the proper magic circles, materials and preparation. She was also capable of shape shifting, creating illusions to change the way objects look, and performing audio tricks. And garlic and salt could definitely be used to ward her off or kill her.
Peridot's current form stood 5'8", with lightly tanned skin. Her round face was dotted with a few freckles and framed with long, silky black hair that softly reflected light. Her dull black eyes reflected the world in an upside down image, so she tried not to look at people too long, as this was something that could give her away. She wore a long, black, sleeveless dress, pinched slightly at the waist with a black ribbon. Although she could take any form she wished, she often took on rather average looks, wanting to avoid turning heads, but sometimes she just couldn't help herself, who doesn't want to look beautiful?
Having lived for over 9000 years, there are many things Peridot has learned. One of those being how to amass wealth, especially with the help of magic. This meant there was nearly nothing she couldn't attain if she wanted, though spending large amounts of money may also be a good way to gather attention. One thing that doesn't warrant a second look though is going out to eat. Peridot had mastered many skills over the years. Ranging from music and art to a multitude of languages, though one skill she lacked was cooking. It simply evaded her capabilities.
It was a cool spring evening. Clear skies, with a slight breeze that brought a pleasant scent with it. Peridot had traveled the world, the scent reminded her of Japan's noodle shops. She followed the smell, finding herself outside of a uniquely themed Japanese Ramen shop. She stepped in to the quaint restaurant. The black walls were complimented by the dim lights. On one of the walls was a mural of a setting Sun, or perhaps it was a rising Sun? Peridot wasn't sure. She made her way to a nearby seat where she was greeted by one of the workers.
Peridot Marigold was an Aswang witch. The witch part was pretty self explanatory, someone who was capable of utilizing occult magic. An Aswang was a feared creature, mostly talked about in Filipino folklore. A creature said to feast on flesh, their favorite meal being unborn children still in their mother's womb. Peridot thought this was a little ridiculous, though not all the rumors spreading around were untrue. She was certainly capable of using magic, with the proper magic circles, materials and preparation. She was also capable of shape shifting, creating illusions to change the way objects look, and performing audio tricks. And garlic and salt could definitely be used to ward her off or kill her.
Peridot's current form stood 5'8", with lightly tanned skin. Her round face was dotted with a few freckles and framed with long, silky black hair that softly reflected light. Her dull black eyes reflected the world in an upside down image, so she tried not to look at people too long, as this was something that could give her away. She wore a long, black, sleeveless dress, pinched slightly at the waist with a black ribbon. Although she could take any form she wished, she often took on rather average looks, wanting to avoid turning heads, but sometimes she just couldn't help herself, who doesn't want to look beautiful?
Having lived for over 9000 years, there are many things Peridot has learned. One of those being how to amass wealth, especially with the help of magic. This meant there was nearly nothing she couldn't attain if she wanted, though spending large amounts of money may also be a good way to gather attention. One thing that doesn't warrant a second look though is going out to eat. Peridot had mastered many skills over the years. Ranging from music and art to a multitude of languages, though one skill she lacked was cooking. It simply evaded her capabilities.
It was a cool spring evening. Clear skies, with a slight breeze that brought a pleasant scent with it. Peridot had traveled the world, the scent reminded her of Japan's noodle shops. She followed the smell, finding herself outside of a uniquely themed Japanese Ramen shop. She stepped in to the quaint restaurant. The black walls were complimented by the dim lights. On one of the walls was a mural of a setting Sun, or perhaps it was a rising Sun? Peridot wasn't sure. She made her way to a nearby seat where she was greeted by one of the workers.