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Aeris Successor (New High Priestess)
Bellz
Straight Judgin'
Juniper Avira Langley
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Work in Progress
name: Juniper Avira Langley
age: 22 (122)
date of birth: Dec, 9th, 1895
gender: female
sexuality: hetero
species: Witch
special power: Blood Magic (Bending, manipulating) (form of dark magic, which is suppose to be forbidden)
coven: Aeris
rank: High Priestess
personality: Juniper is like many of the Aeris coven. Wise, Graceful and Fair. She strives to follow in the footsteps of her priestess, Circe. Juniper is a hard working individual who wants to do her very best in pleasing everyone. Leadership comes naturally to her,and she has a way of talking to people that makes them feel calm and collected. Juniper is often in high spirits and is happy to help when she can. She is comfortable being the successor, but now that she is taking the role of high priestess, she isn't so sure of herself. June can lose sight of what's really important at times but that's due to the millions of things that go on in her head. Her stubbornness is admirable, for she knows when to stand her ground. Her temper is for the most part even, but at times she can have her moments which might surprise those who were so use to Circe's calm and even exterior. She is still learning and it is quite apparent. When Juniper is your friend she is loyal to the end. She would die for her coven if she had to.
likes and strengths:
Likes:Reading Dancing potion creating
strengths: Strong leader Wise Even headed
dislikes and weaknesses:
Dislikes: thunderstorms pray mantis cheese
weaknesses: Her ability to control her power .stubborn ,doubts herself often.
history:
Under the name Анастасия (Anastasiya) Клара (Klara) Dmitriev, the girl was born into a Russian Coven of blood witches, in Belarus Russia Dec. 9th 1895. During the time of her birth, the Covens had strict rules much like the ones we know today. However, one of the rules during this time was to not introduce new witches (born or initiated) into the covens, for the witch hunters were forcefully hunting the Coven, trying to take care of more than they could handle would only lead to the collapse of the Coven itself. But regardless of such rules, her mother and father welcomed her into the world with open arms. Soon after, her parents were banished for endangering their own coven. They moved deeper into the heart of Belarus where Ana would grow up. As a child, Ana's abilities were uncontrollable. She simply did not have the discipline or skill to control the incredible power within, something she struggles with even to this day. Life was as normal as it could get living in Communist Pre-Soviet Russia, the days were cold, the nights were cold. Ana would have training with her parents everyday to try and harness the power within her in their small little home on the country side, the only time Ana was allowed to use her abilities.
As Ana grew, she witnessed some of the most life changing events in human history. World War II took the entire planet by storm causing the death of over 16 million people in Russia alone. Ana was torn away from her home when they took over her home town of Belarus. Luckily her parents had been prepared to leave and they had snuck out in the middle of the night, leaving the only home Ana ever knew behind and traveling to America.
They arrived in America several months after the beginning of WWII in 1939. Having successfully made it safely away from the terrors of WWII, leaving Russia behind forever. Ana who thanks to immortality,would look 22 forever was 44 when they made it, changing their names to conceal themselves even further from hunters. She was now know as Juniper Avira Langely. America was a whole new and frightening experience for her. The first few weeks were as rough as they had been in Russia, except her family didn't have a home. Her father and mother barely made enough money to survive and were terrified of using magic, not wanting to bring trouble their way. Things didn't change much, until the hunters found them out. With bounties on their heads, they were sought out by a majority of the hunters. Blood Magic had been made forbidden after it was used against fellow witches in the fight for WWII, orders were scent out to have those who possessed it slaughter. Making even the innocents pay for crimes they didn't commit.
Her mother and father were killed senselessly for crimes they didn't commit. Before their death, it was her mother who had placed a spell on her daughter, locking her memories of her past and them away forever.. knowing the less she knew the safer she would be. (Juniper is unaware of this)
When Juniper was found, she was beaten brutally and left for dead. Crow had found her through his visions and saved her from what looked like death. The Aeris Coven was dead set on turning the Blood witch into the hunters guild, letting them take care of the "parasite." But Crow saw something in her that now one else could, and Circe trusted her sons intuitions. Deciding to give the girl a chance, Juniper was initiated into the Aeris Coven in 1940 when her full training was complete. From there, she worked her way up putting her complete heart in soul to prove to those who doubted her that she was not dangerous, that she wanted what was best for her coven. Circe responded by appointing her Successor, a position she takes very seriously. Juniper was very traditional for a long time, until she remember what it had been like to live under such strict conditions...When it was rumored that the New High Priestess of Mador was a male, Juniper became intrigued with the thought process behind why many Covens believed their could not be a male high priest. This was the beginning of her friendship/relationship with Niall. (will add more later )
place of birth: Russia (but she doesn't really remember her past)
Relationships
Condan Domnhall--->
Rhaine
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name: Juniper Avira Langley
age: 22 (122)
date of birth: Dec, 9th, 1895
gender: female
sexuality: hetero
species: Witch
special power: Blood Magic (Bending, manipulating) (form of dark magic, which is suppose to be forbidden)
coven: Aeris
rank: High Priestess
personality: Juniper is like many of the Aeris coven. Wise, Graceful and Fair. She strives to follow in the footsteps of her priestess, Circe. Juniper is a hard working individual who wants to do her very best in pleasing everyone. Leadership comes naturally to her,and she has a way of talking to people that makes them feel calm and collected. Juniper is often in high spirits and is happy to help when she can. She is comfortable being the successor, but now that she is taking the role of high priestess, she isn't so sure of herself. June can lose sight of what's really important at times but that's due to the millions of things that go on in her head. Her stubbornness is admirable, for she knows when to stand her ground. Her temper is for the most part even, but at times she can have her moments which might surprise those who were so use to Circe's calm and even exterior. She is still learning and it is quite apparent. When Juniper is your friend she is loyal to the end. She would die for her coven if she had to.
likes and strengths:
Likes:Reading Dancing potion creating
strengths: Strong leader Wise Even headed
dislikes and weaknesses:
Dislikes: thunderstorms pray mantis cheese
weaknesses: Her ability to control her power .stubborn ,doubts herself often.
history:
Under the name Анастасия (Anastasiya) Клара (Klara) Dmitriev, the girl was born into a Russian Coven of blood witches, in Belarus Russia Dec. 9th 1895. During the time of her birth, the Covens had strict rules much like the ones we know today. However, one of the rules during this time was to not introduce new witches (born or initiated) into the covens, for the witch hunters were forcefully hunting the Coven, trying to take care of more than they could handle would only lead to the collapse of the Coven itself. But regardless of such rules, her mother and father welcomed her into the world with open arms. Soon after, her parents were banished for endangering their own coven. They moved deeper into the heart of Belarus where Ana would grow up. As a child, Ana's abilities were uncontrollable. She simply did not have the discipline or skill to control the incredible power within, something she struggles with even to this day. Life was as normal as it could get living in Communist Pre-Soviet Russia, the days were cold, the nights were cold. Ana would have training with her parents everyday to try and harness the power within her in their small little home on the country side, the only time Ana was allowed to use her abilities.
As Ana grew, she witnessed some of the most life changing events in human history. World War II took the entire planet by storm causing the death of over 16 million people in Russia alone. Ana was torn away from her home when they took over her home town of Belarus. Luckily her parents had been prepared to leave and they had snuck out in the middle of the night, leaving the only home Ana ever knew behind and traveling to America.
They arrived in America several months after the beginning of WWII in 1939. Having successfully made it safely away from the terrors of WWII, leaving Russia behind forever. Ana who thanks to immortality,would look 22 forever was 44 when they made it, changing their names to conceal themselves even further from hunters. She was now know as Juniper Avira Langely. America was a whole new and frightening experience for her. The first few weeks were as rough as they had been in Russia, except her family didn't have a home. Her father and mother barely made enough money to survive and were terrified of using magic, not wanting to bring trouble their way. Things didn't change much, until the hunters found them out. With bounties on their heads, they were sought out by a majority of the hunters. Blood Magic had been made forbidden after it was used against fellow witches in the fight for WWII, orders were scent out to have those who possessed it slaughter. Making even the innocents pay for crimes they didn't commit.
Her mother and father were killed senselessly for crimes they didn't commit. Before their death, it was her mother who had placed a spell on her daughter, locking her memories of her past and them away forever.. knowing the less she knew the safer she would be. (Juniper is unaware of this)
When Juniper was found, she was beaten brutally and left for dead. Crow had found her through his visions and saved her from what looked like death. The Aeris Coven was dead set on turning the Blood witch into the hunters guild, letting them take care of the "parasite." But Crow saw something in her that now one else could, and Circe trusted her sons intuitions. Deciding to give the girl a chance, Juniper was initiated into the Aeris Coven in 1940 when her full training was complete. From there, she worked her way up putting her complete heart in soul to prove to those who doubted her that she was not dangerous, that she wanted what was best for her coven. Circe responded by appointing her Successor, a position she takes very seriously. Juniper was very traditional for a long time, until she remember what it had been like to live under such strict conditions...When it was rumored that the New High Priestess of Mador was a male, Juniper became intrigued with the thought process behind why many Covens believed their could not be a male high priest. This was the beginning of her friendship/relationship with Niall. (will add more later )
place of birth: Russia (but she doesn't really remember her past)
Relationships
Condan Domnhall--->
Rhaine
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DeerPrince
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Rhaine
Flightless Bird
Priest (Eventual Successor) of Coven Aeris
Condan "Crow" Domnhall
"I was quiet, but I was not blind." - Jane Austen
aliases:
Con, Connie, Crow, Prophet, Priest, The Oracle of Coven Aeris
age:
21 (115)
date of birth:
February 20th, 1902
zodiac:
pisces sun, aquarius moon, capricorn ascending
gender:
male
sexuality:
pansexual
species:
witch
coven:
Aeris
rank:
Priest (Possible Eventual Successor)
appearance:
Unlike a High Priestess, Crow is unable to pull a glamor about himself, a veil of magic to turn himself lovely, or fearsome, at will. He has never, at least in the traditional sense, been particularly handsome - with his heavy-lidded, wide, serious eyes, his long limbs and knobby knees, and the wear of unease and fatigue about his face. He has the blood of the Old Ones from his mother, and this is most prominent in the sharp, hard turn of his features, the olive tone to his skin, and the pitch-dark, thin look of his curly hair. He could've just as easily been small, yet he did inherit something from his father. He stands at a thin 6'2". There's a lightness to his grip that doesn't betray the strength beneath.
His long-fingered hands are littered in small scars, varying in degrees of fade, and he usually wears several different rings, each bearing a symbol. The skin about his hands is usually stained with some sort of dye or brew that shift in color almost as often as his eyes seem to. He has light-toned hazel eyes, though they can often appear different shades depending on the time of day or what colors he is wearing. Above, framing his face, his brows are thick and dark. His nose is sharp, yet rather small, sticking up a bit at the end. He has very expressive features that are most prone to wear a chilly somberness. When he smiles, a stretch of his wide, full mouth, his features lighten up considerably, and he could almost be considered comely.
He stands very still, hardly ever fidgeting. He doesn't have many quirks, save for the restless wandering of his eyes, and the way he holds his limbs close to his body, almost as if he were afraid to take up any space.
special power:
Crow has been gifted with the power of foresight, clarity, and clairvoyance. While he is a powerful oracle, and despite his years and rank, he is still quite young, and has not yet learned to completely control his Sight. Most often, his ability has more control over him than he of it. He is, in a sense, a slave to the turn of the tide, and the burden of what will be. Visions and prophecies come upon him without warning, seemingly possessing his body with the words of something higher. Condan has been known to have prophetic dreams - though these only ever truly bear symbols, and he spends much of his time decoding his own Sight.
He can sense small things with a bit of effort - an idea of someone's lineage, a heightened sense of time, and the proximity of spirits or living entities. His particular magic is strongest in relation to those he has personal ties to.
personality:
Crow has always been a somber boy. While this, and the careful way he moves, might lead one to believe that he is methodical, he is, in fact, quite the opposite. Internally, his mind is a bit of a mess, swirling with icons, glimpses, memories that don't belong to him. Sometimes he hardly feels like himself, hardly feels as if he's there at all - struggling to attain his own voice through the chaos. He has attached himself to what attributes and titles others have assumed of him, what he has been allowed. There have been few guiding hands. He has had to come to his own mostly by his own merit, due to the circumstances of his birth and upbringing, and this has forced him to become very independent. It is rare for Crow to ask for help.
He talks quickly, scattered, fragmented most of the time. His mind simply works quite fast, and he often has too much to say to communicate with complete clarity. He keeps to himself, though he does enjoy and crave the notice and regard of others. He has simply adapted a behavior in which he does not ask for anything, keeps his voice level and quiet, and allows fate to play its own course. He is not used to taking what he wants.
He can be a very fierce friend. He views every close relationship as something to be cherished, a favorable twist of fate, something written in the stars. He takes nothing lightly. Everything bears weight in his mind. Additionally, Crow is very perceptive and aware. There is little that he misses.
likes:
storms, validation, expression, warmth, art, the smell of lavender, the color blue, stability, clarity, lemon cakes, wearing loose fitting clothes
dislikes:
being thrown aside, being underestimated, cinnamon, crowds, feeling lost (being uncertain), dishonesty, the cold, feeling too vulnerable
strengths:
patient, even-tempered, brave, perceptive, independent, thoughtful
weaknesses:
easily obsessive, messy, scatter-brained (has trouble focusing), overly serious, fatalistic, often melancholy
history:
Crow was conceived in the fertility rites of Beltane, a sacred ritual in which a High Priestess is called forth by the mother Goddess to conceive a child in her stead. His mother, Circe, who was at the time the High Priestess of Coven Aeris, was called to conceive a child. His father, no doubt a priest of a residing coven, has remained unknown to him.
He was born early, brought into the world small and hardly ready to bear its weight. He had the look of his mother, dark and somber, though he was born a boy. The hope that Circe might've conceived a girl-child, a successor sent by the Goddess, was dashed. She named him Condan, meaning "dark-haired wise man," with the hopes that he would grow to be a valuable member of the coven - a scholar or soothsayer, though he could never be a leader.
Condan never knew a home besides that of his coven. He was raised with the Priestesses, reared up with their traditions and customs laid upon his mind as the foreground of his world. While no one told him outright the identity of his mother, he seemed to always have known. Even in his early youth, he had a way of knowing things he shouldn't have been able to. He had night terrors, visions that tore fever through him, memories of things past and things to come that he couldn't contain with clarity. He was often ill and despondent as a child, and he never quite grew out of it, even as he hit growth spurt upon growth spurt - a parting gift, as it were, from his father, and perhaps the only one he had ever received from him.
As his gift of Sight garnered more notice from those in his coven, he was deemed with the monicker, "Crow," a symbol of fate, destiny, and of death - more a title than a nickname.
He rose through the ranks quickly, earning his rites and his place with an assuredness he couldn't quite explain. Deep down, he knew he was trying to prove himself, to his mother, to the Gods, to those who had reared him from nothing. He was a child of the Great Marriage, true, and that was nothing to take lightly, so he was never especially mistreated. Yet, he never had any shortage of motivation.
place of birth:
New Orleans, Louisiana
relationships (will be updated as this changes):
- Natural Born Son of Former High Priestess Circe of Coven Aeris
- Close Confidant and Friend of High Priestess Juniper of Coven Aeris
Other:
Crow doesn't eat meat (or hardly anything at all) in order to keep his mind and body as clear as possible, so as to not hinder his Sight. He has a bit of an obsession with old, ancient languages and symbols, which he studies avidly. He scours texts and journal entries from oracles long passed, always looking to increase his understanding of his gifts. He is left handed.
Val was lost in thought for a moment, or in fact, he was always lost in thought and it was the moments of engagement and awareness that were scattered between - reefs blooming up in the sea.
He thought he heard a sound, a high-pitched, still sort of sound, yet when he raised his gaze a bit, he saw only that the girl was reaching forward. He tensed, as if he didn't expect it, though he had given her his consent. He watched her quick gesture, as if she meant to clear the fog between them. It made him shiver. Even that veil was to be pulled away. It stirred something in him.
As she pressed her hands to either side of his face, holding it there, he let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been keeping. Contact. His eyes slipped closed for a brief moment. Not a force or a fog, but real contact - simple and terrible and true. Her hands were firm, there wasn't a catch or a drag - smooth, but firm. He felt himself threatening to unravel with it, yet he remained as still as possible. Stillness was always his handle on things, the best he could suffice. The world would go on turning around him. He needed time.
He couldn't remember the last time he had felt real contact from someone he could pretend was human, at least for now. Pretending was fine enough with him, in small doses.
He focused on not trembling. Stillness. He resisted the ridiculous, childish urge to reach up and hold her hands there, so they would remain. He pressed his hands hard into the loose earth beneath.
She brought him forward, tilting his head up a bit, and Val saw her lean close, narrowing her eyes in order to better see his pupils, he knew, yet he couldn't help but feel a bit frightened by it. Certainly, it wasn't eye contact he was afraid of, at least not entirely. His dark eyes looked forward as she focused, trying not to look directly at her, yet in the space between, as if she might steal his soul through his gaze.
He let out a second breath as she brought her hands away, leaning back. Val found himself looking at her hands where they were folded in her lap. Was there something he wanted? He wasn't sure.
She was speaking, and he listened, his gaze not rising just yet.
"Thank you."
He said, a quiet, hard-pressed utterance. The words had caught in his throat just before he had been able to let them out. He didn't know why his childhood stutter was holding that familiar knife to his throat now - what it was about the circumstance. Perhaps it was the sudden change. He didn't know, yet it wasn't so bad as it might have been.
As a child, it had been so difficult that at times he couldn't utter a word. He would sit, his nails digging into his palms, stuttering a single sound, trying to pry the rest of the word from his throat. Most times it came, other times it wouldn't budge.
She was waiting for him. It was his turn to pose a question.
His head swam with what he might ask.
Are you human? Why are you here? How did you come here?
What is this place? Do you know? Do you know me?
What are you capable of?
Yet he found himself uttering none of those inquiries.
"Might I know your name?"
This came without a struggle, as easy as breathing. His dark eyes found her face at last, as if he had recovered the courage necessary.
He could hardly make out her features clearly now. The dimness and the fog distorted all.
He wondered if she would answer. In some places, names had true power. Names were a real gift, one of some semblance of control, of advantage. The shadows seemed to hoard names like coins, currency.
Val shivered again.
He thought he heard a sound, a high-pitched, still sort of sound, yet when he raised his gaze a bit, he saw only that the girl was reaching forward. He tensed, as if he didn't expect it, though he had given her his consent. He watched her quick gesture, as if she meant to clear the fog between them. It made him shiver. Even that veil was to be pulled away. It stirred something in him.
As she pressed her hands to either side of his face, holding it there, he let out a breath he hadn't known he'd been keeping. Contact. His eyes slipped closed for a brief moment. Not a force or a fog, but real contact - simple and terrible and true. Her hands were firm, there wasn't a catch or a drag - smooth, but firm. He felt himself threatening to unravel with it, yet he remained as still as possible. Stillness was always his handle on things, the best he could suffice. The world would go on turning around him. He needed time.
He couldn't remember the last time he had felt real contact from someone he could pretend was human, at least for now. Pretending was fine enough with him, in small doses.
He focused on not trembling. Stillness. He resisted the ridiculous, childish urge to reach up and hold her hands there, so they would remain. He pressed his hands hard into the loose earth beneath.
She brought him forward, tilting his head up a bit, and Val saw her lean close, narrowing her eyes in order to better see his pupils, he knew, yet he couldn't help but feel a bit frightened by it. Certainly, it wasn't eye contact he was afraid of, at least not entirely. His dark eyes looked forward as she focused, trying not to look directly at her, yet in the space between, as if she might steal his soul through his gaze.
He let out a second breath as she brought her hands away, leaning back. Val found himself looking at her hands where they were folded in her lap. Was there something he wanted? He wasn't sure.
She was speaking, and he listened, his gaze not rising just yet.
"Thank you."
He said, a quiet, hard-pressed utterance. The words had caught in his throat just before he had been able to let them out. He didn't know why his childhood stutter was holding that familiar knife to his throat now - what it was about the circumstance. Perhaps it was the sudden change. He didn't know, yet it wasn't so bad as it might have been.
As a child, it had been so difficult that at times he couldn't utter a word. He would sit, his nails digging into his palms, stuttering a single sound, trying to pry the rest of the word from his throat. Most times it came, other times it wouldn't budge.
She was waiting for him. It was his turn to pose a question.
His head swam with what he might ask.
Are you human? Why are you here? How did you come here?
What is this place? Do you know? Do you know me?
What are you capable of?
Yet he found himself uttering none of those inquiries.
"Might I know your name?"
This came without a struggle, as easy as breathing. His dark eyes found her face at last, as if he had recovered the courage necessary.
He could hardly make out her features clearly now. The dimness and the fog distorted all.
He wondered if she would answer. In some places, names had true power. Names were a real gift, one of some semblance of control, of advantage. The shadows seemed to hoard names like coins, currency.
Val shivered again.
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Yennie
I'm bored
Margaret Kim
the pure soul
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name: Margaret Kim
aliases: Mars
age: 21
date of birth: October 11th, 1996
gender: Female
sexuality: In question
species: Witch
special power: Barrier - Mars is able to protect her mind from any sort of invasive measures. As such people cannot read her thoughts, cast mental based spells on her or see her future.
coven: Terra
rank: Sister
Mars is mixed, African American and Korean. She is of average height, standing at about 5'5". Her figure is slim and willowy except for her hips which are rather wide. They curve into a nice, round firm bottom that extends to two long legs. Her arms and fingers are long as well with narrow shoulders. She doesn't have much by the way of breasts, only filling about a BB cup.
Her hair is long and thick with a natural wave pattern to it. It is well kept so it's texture is silken to the touch. It is a warm, dark brown almost black color and reaches well past her shoulders.
From afar her eyes appear black but on closer inspection you can see that they are a warm, inviting brown. Dark as they are, there is an inherent warmth to them and they light up when she smiles. Only when dancing does she seem to move with any grace, her normal demeanor is slouchy and nonchalant as she’s usually very relaxed.
She feels most comfortable in jeans, usually dark wash, a nice shirt and a light jacket. Either that or shorts and a t-shirt. She doesn't like to wear clothing that's fitted or too tight, preferring looser or clothes that fit just right.
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personality: A lot of things can be said about Mars but none more true than her capacity to care for just about everything and everyone. She has a big heart that she's willing to open to anyone- that combined with her outgoing friendly nature has Mars finding herself at the center of her social circles, never without a friend by her side. Her warm energy attracts people to her while her open honesty keeps them. Being extremely close to her family has taught her that taking care of those close to her is the most important thing in life. As a result Mars values her close relationships with people very highly and works hard to keep them intact even at the detriment to herself. Ever since she was a young child Mars has been committing selfless acts for those around her. One couldn't put it past her to give up something in order for others to have what they need. She's not one for material things, especially things she doesn't need so it makes it easier for her to sacrifice. Mars is very in tune with her conscious and lets it guide her every action. Mars' optimism is unparalleled along with her ability to always appear relaxed and at ease. She refuses to let herself be bogged down by the weight of the world, preferring to look on the positive side of things. She's incredibly kind and generous as mentioned before however that does not mean she can be easily taken advantage of. Mars can be a little pistol when she wants to be and she's got a good head on her shoulders. She's a quick thinker, light on her feet and can squirrel her way out of a hairy situation if need be.
Though she does not mind putting others before herself, it is quite exhausting. She's taken to dancing, ballet specifically, to help express herself and let off a little steam. It's just about the only time the girl shows any bit of grace as she's quite a skilled ballerina.
While Mars may seem like the perfect individual she has her difficulties. She tends to be unorganized and though she does not lack confidence she tends to get in her own head and is her own biggest critic. While she may be a responsible young adult it is a wonder she can get anything done with her serious habit of procrastinating. Losing things has become second nature to her and no matter how hard she tries it's impossible to swim through the clutter around her. Many seem to think that she has a short attention span as she tends to suddenly go quiet after talking a mile a minute, but that's only because her mind is racing with thousands of thoughts. It gets pretty scrambled in there at times. Mars can also be a bit naive as she so desperately wants to see the best in people. This desire has lead her to trust people she shouldn't but she's capable of learning from her mistakes. Somewhat foolishly, Mars believes that people are not inherently evil and that anyone can change.
likes and strengths:
dislikes and weaknesses:
history: Coming from a family with six children is tough, especially in a blended family compounded by the fact that she was also born a witch, just the second in the family alongside her mother. But the Kim family makes it work. South Korea was entirely too closed off for a family of their kind so their parents moved the whole clan to America sometime after Mars turned 8. Being the oldest girl, a lot of responsibility for her younger sisters and brothers was put on Mars’ shoulders but she never minded much. Her younger sisters did not inherit the gifts which was a constant source of strife between them, but their loving bond has endured. She loves them dearly and took great care of them. As a result the bond between all of the children is seal tight; it’d take a hell of a lot to come between them. She took on the role of their protector from an early age. She can still recall the names of bullies she beat up or hexed on playgrounds to protect her siblings. Her powers manifested themselves at a young age as well, but her wonderful amazing mother saw the potential in her child and sought out someone who could teach her to control it, not abuse it. She and her mother became members of the Terra coven where under the tutelage of the esteemed High Priestess she honed her craft - and her mom learned a thing or two as well. Mars is sufficiently proficient in potionry and can whip one up for just about any situation. The Terra coven is big on connecting to nature and the earth and Mars has heartily embraced that which lead to her discovery of her unique ability through meditation.
Her childhood into her young adult life has been mostly uneventful aside from practicing witchcraft. She loves to dance ballet and has been training for years now. She does have aspirations to be apart of a large scale production but wants to get there by her own merit despite her mothers insistence on 'why don't you just charm them dear?'
She doesn't seek to rise within the ranks of the Terra coven, absolutely loving the homey family feel all the witches have there. They truly feel like sisters to her, a huge extended family.
place of birth: Born in South Korea, moved to New Orleans
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Duncan Mauntell sat towards the back of the Hooded Veil, one of the few pubs that acted as a safe haven for him and his Birds. He was mulling over a mug of beer, a plate of mititei sat in front of him untouched. He wasn't hungry nor particularly thirsty but this place had always provided him with the space to think. The chatter and general ruckus of the other patrons served as a comforting back track to his thoughts- it was nice to just hear people being people. Away from all the seriousness and the plotting and the planning at their headquarters; really it was just an abandoned house that connected to a series of alleyways that crisscrossed all throughout the city but calling it 'headquarters' made things much more official; here at the pub he could just relax as much as his body was able to and let his mind run through the workings of various plans he was yet to set in motion. But today he wasn't thinking of plots to liberate the human race and assassinate their vampiric overlords. No, today he was thinking about a girl. A princess to be more exact.
This princess in particular was the youngest daughter of the very family he planned to overthrow and hopefully kill. And somehow she had infiltrated into the deepest layers of the Uncaged Birds operations without anyone realizing she was a vampire until it was far too late. And she still lived.
Duncan had been on the verge of ordering her execution when that little shit Kentin, as he most affectionately called him, had thrown himself in front of her asking for her life to be spared. Duncan had spat and cursed for a full minute before one meaningful look from Lyra and he'd given in. He wasn't sure why his second in command was so sympathetic to their enemy but both she and Kentin had given him good reason to keep the princess Lyllith alive. He would never trust her solely on the grounds that she was a vampire and he a human but he couldn't argue that having some inside help would improve the chances of them succeeding. Of course it could all be a ploy and Lyllith was just keeping tabs on their operation to see how much of a threat they were to the regime. And then of course she'd have all the information the vampires would need to mercilessly and ruthlessly crush their rebellion. Duncan was ashamed to admit that although he'd thought of this possibility many many times, he still had no plan to counteract it.
Elbows on the table, Duncan leaned forward pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. It was an incredibly stressful position to be in. He was responsible for so many lives, the sheer amount of which startled him every time. And they all believed in him and counted on him to make things right. To make it safe to be a human. Duncan was deathly afraid of falling short of glory because he knew the price for failure.
It was blood. A lot of blood.
And it wouldn't just be his that would be shed though he knew his death would be most brutal as they had to make an example of him. That was what scared him the most, the retaliation against the people of the kingdom who had nothing to do with the rebellion or even knew who Duncan Mauntell was. The suffering of innocents...
He groaned and grabbed his mug, draining it's contents before slamming it rather unceremoniously down on the table. He drew a few concerned looks but a quick glare from him sent most people back to their conversations or meals. A serving girl came by with a pitcher and refilled his mug, a rather suggestive grin on her face as she did so. It wasn't uncommon for bar wenches to double as serving girls and prostitutes. She was rather fetching as well, long curly black hair and pretty blue eyes with a sweet smile to match. Her waist cinched tight in a bodice with the her breasts barely kept from spilling over the top. She was tempting but no, Duncan had work to do. He gave a half smile before declining, his tone kind and apologetic. "Not today love, just the beer will do." He raised his mug to her as she shrugged before moving onto other customers.
No Duncan could not indulge himself too much as he was expecting his Birds to arrive shortly. They needed to have a discussion about Lyllith and the extra "package" she'd be bringing with her, as in her brother Phoenix. One vampire was bad enough but two would certainly cause unrest. He wanted to assure his people that everything was still under his control and that this wasn't really as terrible an idea as it seemed. Even though it was. It definitely was. Oh boy he was in for a long evening.
Duncan was again pulled from his thoughts when the tavern door opened and in walked the very subject of his vexation. Of course he didn't recognize it was her until she threw her hood back and immediately garnered attention from a third of the tavern. She was enchantingly beautiful he had to admit, and like most vampires she had that strong allure that sucked weaker mortals in. But not him - oh no, Duncan counted himself among the few who's hatred for vampires was so strong he'd never be charmed by their aura.
He did not move from his seat, mug still raised to his lips as he watched her. Her eyes were scanning around the round searching. Perhaps looking for Kentin? Or maybe she was seeking him out directly. Either way he would not start until Lyra had arrived at least. He felt he would need her critical sharp mind to properly navigate this situation. After all it wasn't ever day he made deals with devils.
Duncan Mauntell sat towards the back of the Hooded Veil, one of the few pubs that acted as a safe haven for him and his Birds. He was mulling over a mug of beer, a plate of mititei sat in front of him untouched. He wasn't hungry nor particularly thirsty but this place had always provided him with the space to think. The chatter and general ruckus of the other patrons served as a comforting back track to his thoughts- it was nice to just hear people being people. Away from all the seriousness and the plotting and the planning at their headquarters; really it was just an abandoned house that connected to a series of alleyways that crisscrossed all throughout the city but calling it 'headquarters' made things much more official; here at the pub he could just relax as much as his body was able to and let his mind run through the workings of various plans he was yet to set in motion. But today he wasn't thinking of plots to liberate the human race and assassinate their vampiric overlords. No, today he was thinking about a girl. A princess to be more exact.
This princess in particular was the youngest daughter of the very family he planned to overthrow and hopefully kill. And somehow she had infiltrated into the deepest layers of the Uncaged Birds operations without anyone realizing she was a vampire until it was far too late. And she still lived.
Duncan had been on the verge of ordering her execution when that little shit Kentin, as he most affectionately called him, had thrown himself in front of her asking for her life to be spared. Duncan had spat and cursed for a full minute before one meaningful look from Lyra and he'd given in. He wasn't sure why his second in command was so sympathetic to their enemy but both she and Kentin had given him good reason to keep the princess Lyllith alive. He would never trust her solely on the grounds that she was a vampire and he a human but he couldn't argue that having some inside help would improve the chances of them succeeding. Of course it could all be a ploy and Lyllith was just keeping tabs on their operation to see how much of a threat they were to the regime. And then of course she'd have all the information the vampires would need to mercilessly and ruthlessly crush their rebellion. Duncan was ashamed to admit that although he'd thought of this possibility many many times, he still had no plan to counteract it.
Elbows on the table, Duncan leaned forward pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. It was an incredibly stressful position to be in. He was responsible for so many lives, the sheer amount of which startled him every time. And they all believed in him and counted on him to make things right. To make it safe to be a human. Duncan was deathly afraid of falling short of glory because he knew the price for failure.
It was blood. A lot of blood.
And it wouldn't just be his that would be shed though he knew his death would be most brutal as they had to make an example of him. That was what scared him the most, the retaliation against the people of the kingdom who had nothing to do with the rebellion or even knew who Duncan Mauntell was. The suffering of innocents...
He groaned and grabbed his mug, draining it's contents before slamming it rather unceremoniously down on the table. He drew a few concerned looks but a quick glare from him sent most people back to their conversations or meals. A serving girl came by with a pitcher and refilled his mug, a rather suggestive grin on her face as she did so. It wasn't uncommon for bar wenches to double as serving girls and prostitutes. She was rather fetching as well, long curly black hair and pretty blue eyes with a sweet smile to match. Her waist cinched tight in a bodice with the her breasts barely kept from spilling over the top. She was tempting but no, Duncan had work to do. He gave a half smile before declining, his tone kind and apologetic. "Not today love, just the beer will do." He raised his mug to her as she shrugged before moving onto other customers.
No Duncan could not indulge himself too much as he was expecting his Birds to arrive shortly. They needed to have a discussion about Lyllith and the extra "package" she'd be bringing with her, as in her brother Phoenix. One vampire was bad enough but two would certainly cause unrest. He wanted to assure his people that everything was still under his control and that this wasn't really as terrible an idea as it seemed. Even though it was. It definitely was. Oh boy he was in for a long evening.
Duncan was again pulled from his thoughts when the tavern door opened and in walked the very subject of his vexation. Of course he didn't recognize it was her until she threw her hood back and immediately garnered attention from a third of the tavern. She was enchantingly beautiful he had to admit, and like most vampires she had that strong allure that sucked weaker mortals in. But not him - oh no, Duncan counted himself among the few who's hatred for vampires was so strong he'd never be charmed by their aura.
He did not move from his seat, mug still raised to his lips as he watched her. Her eyes were scanning around the round searching. Perhaps looking for Kentin? Or maybe she was seeking him out directly. Either way he would not start until Lyra had arrived at least. He felt he would need her critical sharp mind to properly navigate this situation. After all it wasn't ever day he made deals with devils.
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Wonder Woman
Rpns Heroic Father Figure
name: Clio Nikoléte Drakos
aliases: Goddess of the night, Black Rose, Witch of the Dead Sea
age: 21 (189)
date of birth: July 24th 1828
gender: Female
sexuality: pansexual
aliases: Goddess of the night, Black Rose, Witch of the Dead Sea
age: 21 (189)
date of birth: July 24th 1828
gender: Female
sexuality: pansexual
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p e r s o n a
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p e r s o n a c o n t .
species: Witch
special power: Darkness
-She can suck the light out of anything, including people leaving them in a state of hopelessness and depression. She can also manipulate and control the darkness and shadows that aid her powers, making her the Goddess of the night.
coven: Mador
rank: Successor
special power: Darkness
-She can suck the light out of anything, including people leaving them in a state of hopelessness and depression. She can also manipulate and control the darkness and shadows that aid her powers, making her the Goddess of the night.
coven: Mador
rank: Successor
"This is stupid." The author was arguing quietly with her cousin as he was attempting to convince her to go to the Welcoming party happening in one of the ships clubs, an opportunity to meet the rest of the singles. "You're outgoing, I'm... not. You know when we get up there you'll get along with everyone and I'll be awkwardly in the corner" she was basically whispering as she followed her cousin up to the club from their rooms. She'd much rather tuck in bed and read a book, she currently was reading one about two people who meet on an airplane, she wanted to see what would happen next, but no. "Why would you even want me to come? You're just gonna go flirt as soon as we get inside" the girl was used to her cousins ways, though usually was never with him in these social situations, she stayed back so she wouldn't end up in a magazine and being related to him and yadda ya her pen name gets blown.
Stepping into the club the girl instantly only felt more nervous her body language being very closed off and reserved, why did she agree to this cruise? She'd much rather be writing about love than on a boat trying to find it. Even her outfit was made her feel uncomfortable, her cousin told her she had to dress less like a square, at least on the first night and he ended up picking out her outfit from what her friend back home snuck into the suit case. She felt very... exposed but thankfully she got to keep her glasses. "Jax can yo- he's gone..." the blonde watched the singer as a couple of the single girls approached him, rolling her eyes at his flirty smirk before making her way over to the bar meekly, sitting down on one of the stools and keeping her head down as she shyly went to order a drink, then being cut off by a couple drunk guys fighting with the bar tender. With eyes wide she watched them as they fought and were separated by another guy who happened to come over. The author stayed quiet as he dealt with the two, got his own drink and left, staying to the side of the bar in silence before the bar tender finally noticed her and she could meekly order a drink.[/spolier]
Stepping into the club the girl instantly only felt more nervous her body language being very closed off and reserved, why did she agree to this cruise? She'd much rather be writing about love than on a boat trying to find it. Even her outfit was made her feel uncomfortable, her cousin told her she had to dress less like a square, at least on the first night and he ended up picking out her outfit from what her friend back home snuck into the suit case. She felt very... exposed but thankfully she got to keep her glasses. "Jax can yo- he's gone..." the blonde watched the singer as a couple of the single girls approached him, rolling her eyes at his flirty smirk before making her way over to the bar meekly, sitting down on one of the stools and keeping her head down as she shyly went to order a drink, then being cut off by a couple drunk guys fighting with the bar tender. With eyes wide she watched them as they fought and were separated by another guy who happened to come over. The author stayed quiet as he dealt with the two, got his own drink and left, staying to the side of the bar in silence before the bar tender finally noticed her and she could meekly order a drink.[/spolier]
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Rhaine
Flightless Bird
High Priestess of Coven Ignis
Ashni Bhanupriya Rao
"I've got no poetry in me, just poison and daggers." - Sophia Carey
aliases:
Ash, Star, High Priestess, Daughter of the Flame, Lady of Ignis
age:
27 (246)
date of birth:
November 1st, 1771
zodiac:
scorpio sun, gemini moon, aries ascending
gender:
female
sexuality:
bisexual
species:
witch
coven:
Ignis
rank:
High Priestess
appearance:
Ashni has always been tall - with a presence, a commanding sort of way about her, even as a girl. She stands at a long, willowy, 5'10". She has a curve to her in her maturity, about her hips, the soft bend of her legs, and the firm, yielding rise of her chest, yet she most resembles the thin, straight handle of a broom in form. The dark, ebony fall of her hair hangs long down her back, brushing the swell of her hips. She has only trimmed her hair throughout her life, and she either wears it free when performing magic, or braided and twisted into a style atop her head.
Ashni's skin tone much resembles the warm, deep color of a beechnut. There is hardly a noticeable blemish or mark upon it, save for the mole on her collarbone and the few faint scars on the palms of her hands and her knees - traces of childhood fancies and recklessness. Her round, striking eyes are quite as dark as her skin, save for a few golden tones that come alive in the light. Her face is long, her cheekbones are high, and her jawline is sharp, combating the soft lines of her other features. Her mouth seems a small, delicate thing until she begins to speak, then it might as well be the sharp-toothed maw of a cat.
She wears refined fabrics, jewelry, and symbols marking her rank - adornments of her station. With her years has come a certain veil that she attains without thought now - almost an agelessness. Sometimes she appears as soft and winsome as the girl she might've been, though this is rare, and other times she can be as imposing and ancient as the image of the World Mother herself.
special power:
Ashni has the gift of flight without the use of a broom. This is very tied to her emotions and her force of will. When she was young, she sometimes found herself flying or levitating without her notice or clear choice. Through the years, she's managed to get a firm grip on it, though things can still go rather off the rails when she's especially passionate or careless.
personality:
Ashni has always been ready with a sharp word and a smoothing, easy smile. She is tenacious, insatiable, and terribly stubborn. She has a brilliant mind and an aptitude for learning, though her reason can easily be clouded by her passions and her sentiments. Due to her practicality, resourcefulness, strength, yet capacity for empathy and potent sense of fairness, she has been an incredibly effective leader during her time as High Priestess.
Despite her ambitiousness, she has never been one to forgo her own personal beliefs for the regard of the public. She has always been actively vocal about her ideas and what she believes in her heart to be right. She has a sense of tact, though this is very easily overridden by her passionate need to be straight-forward and speak her mind.
Her upbringing has both softened and hardened her. Come up from poverty, from nothing, she can relate to the unfortunate and stricken, those who are the victims of circumstance. She has a soft spot for people with undeveloped potential, and in her time, she has made it her business to raise those she can to a higher place. Still, her upbringing also gave her a bite, a force of will that she did not always possess. She has a certain degree of armor, though one that can easily be breached by the right words or right ideas. She keeps her chosen confidants very close.
Ashni is a deeply spiritual being, rooted in the traditions and theology of the culture of her birth and rearing.
likes:
wine, respect, refinement, cherries, the color gold, music, dancing, company, studying her craft, slam-dunking the posers
dislikes:
change, disrespect, open spaces, carrots, when people assume things, those who are unpracticed being arrogant, wool, storms, loss
strengths:
passionate, powerful, experienced, resolute, charming, responsible, devoted, intelligent, protective
weaknesses:
volatile, often irrational, vengeful, unforgiving, selectively dishonest, ambitious to the point of fault, selfish, stubborn
history:
In her later years, Ashni has found it hard to clearly recall her time before the orphanage. There are small glimpses remaining - the lovesick, soft, wrinkled face of a woman she thinks was her grandmother, the rotting floorboards that creaked and moaned beneath her light step, the stories she was told, the rhymes, the spells, the gently trilled meanings. Yet the orphanage took the most hold in her, the cold, blank walls, the scratchy, wool gowns, and Circe. Circe swallowed it all whole.
Small, with those wide, plaintive eyes, fall of dusk-worn hair, and shy sort of wisdom, Circe had struck her nearly blind even as a child. They had been friends, dear friends, in the orphanage, ever since Ashni had stood up to Bethany the Beast, the big brute of a girl who had made it her mission to torment Circe and the lot of the littler girls. Ashni had always been tall, even in her youth, a sharp, skinny thing who couldn't seem to keep quiet, and when she saw Bethany take a fist full of Circe's pretty dark hair, she hadn't hesitated to speak her mind, or to put the bully of a girl to the ground. Bethany did little in the way of torment after that.
As time passed, Ashni and Circe became closer, bonding over the secret, special gifts they both shared. Soon, they became more than friends, and almost immediately after that, they were each adopted into different covens. Ashni remembers that day with bitter clarity. The tall, beautiful, imposing women had come, almost as if called, as if they had sensed their gifts. Each women took one of the pair.
Ashni did well in Coven Ignis. She took to every lesson, every custom with open arms and an open mind, the words mimicking those she could have sworn she had heard before. Her sharp words, stubbornness, and inability to yield got her into trouble through the years, yet, as she did with many things, she found ways to turn her nature to her advantage. She set her sights on the highest esteem she could attain, and clawed her way there with gusto.
Ashni and Circe continued to see each other in secret, even as both took their rites as High Priestesses of their respective covens.
place of birth:
New Orleans, Louisiana
relationships:
Lifelong Friend and Secret Lover of the now deceased High Priestess Circe of Coven Aeris
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apolla
❛ it's only love, nobody dies ❜
/coded by allure/
I'LL GIVE YOU
coven: ignis coven.
rank: sister.
place of birth: Virginia Beach, VA
appearance description: Tara Lynne, usually shortened to Tara, is most noticeable due to her wild blonde curls. Rarely does she do anything with her hair other than brush it and leave it down, but when she straightens it, she's almost unrecognizable. She has guarded hazel eyes, and stands with her arms crossed alot as she's more of a closed off person. She is trying to be more open, considering the coven has accepted her in, and she wants to be able to accept it back 100%. She stands at 5'4, and weighs about 130lbs.
rank: sister.
place of birth: Virginia Beach, VA
appearance description: Tara Lynne, usually shortened to Tara, is most noticeable due to her wild blonde curls. Rarely does she do anything with her hair other than brush it and leave it down, but when she straightens it, she's almost unrecognizable. She has guarded hazel eyes, and stands with her arms crossed alot as she's more of a closed off person. She is trying to be more open, considering the coven has accepted her in, and she wants to be able to accept it back 100%. She stands at 5'4, and weighs about 130lbs.
A REASON TO
personality:
Tara is a little distrusting of people, considering her past and her upbringing. She doesn't like to get attached to people, thinking that they are just going to leave her, like her father, or she's going to lose them, like her mother. The coven is slowly bringing her way of thinking around, but it's going to take more time to fully change her way of thinking. She's not described as the life of the party, and her humor is a little dry. Her sarcastic comments can come off as mean, but really, she just wants to know you can take it and will stick around.
Once she trusts you, she is alot friendlier, and her smile is contagious. In fact, the first time you get a true smile, you can rest assured you're most likely on the way to her good side. She doesn't like to dress to be noticed, but a few of the girls in the coven have taken her under their wing, and they like to play dress up and do her makeup. She fusses, but really... she likes feeling like she belongs somewhere.
likes and strengths:
+her alone time
+feeling like she belongs somewhere
+rings
+brave
+honest
+loyal
dislikes and weaknesses:
-makeup/dressing up
-sushi
-pushy people
-impulsive
-impatient
-callous
Tara is a little distrusting of people, considering her past and her upbringing. She doesn't like to get attached to people, thinking that they are just going to leave her, like her father, or she's going to lose them, like her mother. The coven is slowly bringing her way of thinking around, but it's going to take more time to fully change her way of thinking. She's not described as the life of the party, and her humor is a little dry. Her sarcastic comments can come off as mean, but really, she just wants to know you can take it and will stick around.
Once she trusts you, she is alot friendlier, and her smile is contagious. In fact, the first time you get a true smile, you can rest assured you're most likely on the way to her good side. She doesn't like to dress to be noticed, but a few of the girls in the coven have taken her under their wing, and they like to play dress up and do her makeup. She fusses, but really... she likes feeling like she belongs somewhere.
likes and strengths:
+her alone time
+feeling like she belongs somewhere
+rings
+brave
+honest
+loyal
dislikes and weaknesses:
-makeup/dressing up
-sushi
-pushy people
-impulsive
-impatient
-callous
DANCE WITH ME
history: Born to parents who were too young to know what they wanted, Tara was never spoiled or given everything she wanted. She had the basics: a roof over her head, food in her belly, clothes on her back. But her parents struggled, and Tara unintentionally formed a wedge between mommy and daddy. They fought all the time, and her father started drinking. She grew up thinking this was normal, and things were relatively normal, until Tara was about three years old. The fighting had gotten so bad that her dad went to lay hands on her mom, with Tara hiding in the corner. While she was a miserable child, she loved her mommy, and didn't want to see her hurt.
But no one could explain why the curtains set fire, or why the beer bottles littered around the room started exploding. This was just the start of odd happenings, things that no one could explain. By the time Tara reached six years old, her parents had discovered the weird occurrences were coming from her. Again, no one could explain why, but they were positive their little daughter was gifted. Or cursed, one of the two. It wasn't much longer after that that her daddy left, unable to take the stress anymore. Her mom struggled on her own, and eventually, child services got involved.
Tara was taken away from her mom. Tara couldn't control her powers or her emotions. She was put on all sorts of medication, but nothing worked. As a teen in the system, life was hard enough, but discovering that you couldn't control your emotions because they weren't your own was a totally different ball game. Without anyone around to teach her how to use her powers, she resorted to hiding them the best she could. At eighteen she was turned out into the world. She hopped on the first bus and ended up going south.
Once in New Orleans, it wasn't long until she drew the attention of other witches in the area. What a relief it was, to find out that she wasn't crazy. She was initiated, and is now a sister of the ignis coven.
relationships: n/a
But no one could explain why the curtains set fire, or why the beer bottles littered around the room started exploding. This was just the start of odd happenings, things that no one could explain. By the time Tara reached six years old, her parents had discovered the weird occurrences were coming from her. Again, no one could explain why, but they were positive their little daughter was gifted. Or cursed, one of the two. It wasn't much longer after that that her daddy left, unable to take the stress anymore. Her mom struggled on her own, and eventually, child services got involved.
Tara was taken away from her mom. Tara couldn't control her powers or her emotions. She was put on all sorts of medication, but nothing worked. As a teen in the system, life was hard enough, but discovering that you couldn't control your emotions because they weren't your own was a totally different ball game. Without anyone around to teach her how to use her powers, she resorted to hiding them the best she could. At eighteen she was turned out into the world. She hopped on the first bus and ended up going south.
Once in New Orleans, it wasn't long until she drew the attention of other witches in the area. What a relief it was, to find out that she wasn't crazy. She was initiated, and is now a sister of the ignis coven.
relationships: n/a
It had been a fanfuckingtastic day.
If you didn't detect the sarcasm, Arianna's day had started off shitty, and only gotten worse. This was her second double back to back, or at least, it would have been if she hadn't overslept. Her scheduled time in was at eight; she'd been woken up at 9:07 to her phone going off repeadedly as calls from her manager and coworkers came through. It wasn't like her to miss a shift, especially one she signed up for, with no phone call.
So of course, she'd only been able to wash up that morning instead of taking a full on shower. She didn't smell bad, she just didn't feel clean, and that bothered her. But she would have to suck it up. Since she had no car, she had to walk to work. Normally she didn't mind the walk, but today, it started to sprinkle on the way there, and the rain hadn't let up since. So by the time she arrived at 11:11's door, she was quite damp.
She'd forgotten her apron at home, but luckily had her book tucked away in her purse. So she was wearing a borrowed apron. It wasn't an hour into the shift that a baby threw up and the family decided to leave-- walking out on their tab and leaving the mess for Ari to clean up. She'd muttered under her breath the entire time, pissed off that no one offered to help. It was gross.
Hours later, a drunk fuck spilled a beer all over her white shirt. She was sticky and felt disgusting, again, but couldn't leave the shift. So she borrowed an XL t-shirt from one of the guys, which hung on her frame like a dress. She'd used a spare hair tie from one of the girls and tied it in the back, so that helped a little but not much around the top of the shirt.
When it came finally time to leave, she'd barely made 150. Resisting the urge to burst into tears, Arianna shoved her tips into her borrowed apron and snatched her purse out of her locker, determined to leave before anyone saw how upset she was. Shoving open the doors to the outside, she realized that the rain really hadn't let up all day. If anything, it felt like it was trying to come down harder.
"Fucking perfect!" She reached up and yanked the ponytail holder out of her hair, her blonde locks coming down to frame her face. Thankfully her hair was still mostly straight and not as frizzy as it could be. She adjusted her purse and set off down the street, dreading the 10+ block trek back to her apartment.
Arianna had barely gotten past the alleyway beside the bar when she heard it. She froze, but after not hearing anything for a moment she went to take another step. But then she heard it again. It sounded like a muffled moan, or a cry or something along those lines. She had to strain to hear it over the rain and her own blood in her ears.
"Hello?" Arianna realized her voice sounded snappish, and the person in the alley could be hurt. It was some time after midnight, and bad things did happen in the city. Biting her lip, Arianna glanced in the direction of her apartment, longing to be home where she could take a bath and forget this fucking day. But when she thought she heard it again, her attention was drawn back into the alley.
She crept into the alley and gasped when her eyes adjusted to the dark. She clapped a hand over her mouth, seeing a man on top of a woman, head in her neck. She stood there, silent, watching in horror as he tore at her clothing, seeming to wipe himself off before standing and turning around. The rain was definitely coming down harder now, but she swore that the cloth was red with blood.
So she did what came naturally to her. She backed up a few paces, and fled.
If you didn't detect the sarcasm, Arianna's day had started off shitty, and only gotten worse. This was her second double back to back, or at least, it would have been if she hadn't overslept. Her scheduled time in was at eight; she'd been woken up at 9:07 to her phone going off repeadedly as calls from her manager and coworkers came through. It wasn't like her to miss a shift, especially one she signed up for, with no phone call.
So of course, she'd only been able to wash up that morning instead of taking a full on shower. She didn't smell bad, she just didn't feel clean, and that bothered her. But she would have to suck it up. Since she had no car, she had to walk to work. Normally she didn't mind the walk, but today, it started to sprinkle on the way there, and the rain hadn't let up since. So by the time she arrived at 11:11's door, she was quite damp.
She'd forgotten her apron at home, but luckily had her book tucked away in her purse. So she was wearing a borrowed apron. It wasn't an hour into the shift that a baby threw up and the family decided to leave-- walking out on their tab and leaving the mess for Ari to clean up. She'd muttered under her breath the entire time, pissed off that no one offered to help. It was gross.
Hours later, a drunk fuck spilled a beer all over her white shirt. She was sticky and felt disgusting, again, but couldn't leave the shift. So she borrowed an XL t-shirt from one of the guys, which hung on her frame like a dress. She'd used a spare hair tie from one of the girls and tied it in the back, so that helped a little but not much around the top of the shirt.
When it came finally time to leave, she'd barely made 150. Resisting the urge to burst into tears, Arianna shoved her tips into her borrowed apron and snatched her purse out of her locker, determined to leave before anyone saw how upset she was. Shoving open the doors to the outside, she realized that the rain really hadn't let up all day. If anything, it felt like it was trying to come down harder.
"Fucking perfect!" She reached up and yanked the ponytail holder out of her hair, her blonde locks coming down to frame her face. Thankfully her hair was still mostly straight and not as frizzy as it could be. She adjusted her purse and set off down the street, dreading the 10+ block trek back to her apartment.
Arianna had barely gotten past the alleyway beside the bar when she heard it. She froze, but after not hearing anything for a moment she went to take another step. But then she heard it again. It sounded like a muffled moan, or a cry or something along those lines. She had to strain to hear it over the rain and her own blood in her ears.
"Hello?" Arianna realized her voice sounded snappish, and the person in the alley could be hurt. It was some time after midnight, and bad things did happen in the city. Biting her lip, Arianna glanced in the direction of her apartment, longing to be home where she could take a bath and forget this fucking day. But when she thought she heard it again, her attention was drawn back into the alley.
She crept into the alley and gasped when her eyes adjusted to the dark. She clapped a hand over her mouth, seeing a man on top of a woman, head in her neck. She stood there, silent, watching in horror as he tore at her clothing, seeming to wipe himself off before standing and turning around. The rain was definitely coming down harder now, but she swore that the cloth was red with blood.
So she did what came naturally to her. She backed up a few paces, and fled.
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cяч мε α яıνεя
W I P - I G N I S S U C C E S S O R
F C : H O L L A N D R O D E N
F C : H O L L A N D R O D E N
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Fighting Instincts
To say Isaac was unsure about entering the neighboring pack's territory for this treaty was an understatement. Would it be said out loud? No, but the Epsilon beside him could easily sense the tension rolling off of him in waves. It wasn't that he doubted he could do the job, it's just that what was about to happen wasn't something that happens often. And it never happened in his pack, not in the few years he'd been Alpha, and definitely not while his father had been Alpha.
Running a hand through his short hair, the young man sighed, giving his head a good shake. He needed to snap out of it and focus. While he doubted any type of attack was coming, he couldn't let his guard down. He had to be focused. All they had to do today was just go over the terms, sign the paperwork and be done. Isaac could do that. He's been doing that ever since his father had started taking him to meetings.
As Isaac and his Epsilon entered the Alpha's home, he greeted those who lead the well with a polite nod of the head, his face never betraying his inner thoughts. Walking into the meeting room he plastered a somewhat sincere smile on his face and offered his hand to shake.
With the pleasantries taken care of, they went straight to work finalizing everything for the treaty. It didn't take long, seeing as they'd been corresponding for weeks already, and they had just finished when one of the Epsilon's for the Alpha let a young woman into the room. Raising his head from the papers he'd been hunched over, Isaac straightened, watching the interaction between Alpha and Delta, waiting to be introduced.
Smiling slightly as the other Alpha left, Isaac took a step forward so he could greet the girl before him and introduce himself and his Epsilon. "It's Enora, correct?" he asked, offering his hand for her to shake, wanting to be polite.
"I'm Isaac Rockford, and this is my Epsilon Malcolm." he introduced them, gesturing behind him at the large man in his late thirties. "He'll be with us until we pass the border into my territory. I know this might be a little shocking, but hopefully you'll be willing to work with us to settle this...somewhat unusual event smoothly?" he tried to joke, smiling a bit more, hoping to reassure the girl.
To say Isaac was unsure about entering the neighboring pack's territory for this treaty was an understatement. Would it be said out loud? No, but the Epsilon beside him could easily sense the tension rolling off of him in waves. It wasn't that he doubted he could do the job, it's just that what was about to happen wasn't something that happens often. And it never happened in his pack, not in the few years he'd been Alpha, and definitely not while his father had been Alpha.
Running a hand through his short hair, the young man sighed, giving his head a good shake. He needed to snap out of it and focus. While he doubted any type of attack was coming, he couldn't let his guard down. He had to be focused. All they had to do today was just go over the terms, sign the paperwork and be done. Isaac could do that. He's been doing that ever since his father had started taking him to meetings.
As Isaac and his Epsilon entered the Alpha's home, he greeted those who lead the well with a polite nod of the head, his face never betraying his inner thoughts. Walking into the meeting room he plastered a somewhat sincere smile on his face and offered his hand to shake.
With the pleasantries taken care of, they went straight to work finalizing everything for the treaty. It didn't take long, seeing as they'd been corresponding for weeks already, and they had just finished when one of the Epsilon's for the Alpha let a young woman into the room. Raising his head from the papers he'd been hunched over, Isaac straightened, watching the interaction between Alpha and Delta, waiting to be introduced.
Smiling slightly as the other Alpha left, Isaac took a step forward so he could greet the girl before him and introduce himself and his Epsilon. "It's Enora, correct?" he asked, offering his hand for her to shake, wanting to be polite.
"I'm Isaac Rockford, and this is my Epsilon Malcolm." he introduced them, gesturing behind him at the large man in his late thirties. "He'll be with us until we pass the border into my territory. I know this might be a little shocking, but hopefully you'll be willing to work with us to settle this...somewhat unusual event smoothly?" he tried to joke, smiling a bit more, hoping to reassure the girl.
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SP3CT3R
seven foot frame, rats along his back
I see your bejeweled character sheets and raise you a Plain Boy
name: Sierra Gonzales
aliases: Several nicknames, most of which usually allude to a shade of brown
age: 15 (from when he was summoned)
date of birth: june 18, while not officially his birthdate, was the date he was summoned on and usually celebrated as his birthday.
gender: Male
sexuality: Unknown; He doesn't know any other dragons.
species: Dragon
special power: Weather Creation - Sierra can exhale dense mist that forms clouds that in turn create localized precipitation.
coven: Mador
rank:Mascot Initiate
appearance:
See description for colors
appearance description: Sierra is a very small dragon, about the size of the greatest Great Dane, with a slender body shape. His scales are a warm brown with a metallic luster, resembling copper. His underscales, as well as his wing membranes, the fins behind his ears, and two lines of spots on either side of his body, are a muted blue-green, comparable to the gemstone turquoise, while his eyes are a much softer sea green. His tail curls into a tight loop and is prehensile.
personality: Sierra is soft-spoken, always polite and courteous, never overstepping his bounds. He avoids attracting attention, but will commit to a task given to him so long as it won't result in him being drawn further into the spotlight.
likes and strengths: Sierra is fond of rare minerals, and has an affinity for making jewelry, which he will usually enchant or sell online.
•Sierra's dragon biology grants him free flight, as well as scales that are tougher than most metals and heatproof.
•Sierra is well-read in appearance-changing magic, such as illusions and shape-shifting, since he can't go outside looking like a dragon.
dislikes and weaknesses:
•Sierra has an unwanted complex and believes that he'll be kicked out if he causes any sort of disruption, and is wary of the other covens, mainly Ignis and Aeris.
•Sierra's Dragon Body is not suited to the life he lives, and he has to use magic for basic tasks.
history: Sierra is the failed attempt to summon a familiar by a powerful witch named Stella Gonzales, who was desperate for companionship after her husband died and the child she had with him was miscarried. However, the spell failed after a miscalculation of the celestial alignment, and Stella's magic was ripped from her and absorbed into Sierra, resulting in her own death.
A meeting was held on what to do with Sierra by the High Priestesses, since little was known about dragons, let alone one with magic. Aeris and Ignis covens moved to abandon him somewhere where dragons already resided, believing that he could be a threat, while Mador voted to raise him and use the situation as an opportunity to learn more about his kind, and Terra sided with them on the grounds that he was the doing of a witch and it was their responsibility to raise him. The stalemate drew out for over a year until one witch discovered that his behavior was that of a human of the same age. The Aeris coven, upon hearing this development, gave way and Sierra has been raised as a witch ever since.
place of birth: New Orleans
relationships: Will be added
name: Sierra Gonzales
aliases: Several nicknames, most of which usually allude to a shade of brown
age: 15 (from when he was summoned)
date of birth: june 18, while not officially his birthdate, was the date he was summoned on and usually celebrated as his birthday.
gender: Male
sexuality: Unknown; He doesn't know any other dragons.
species: Dragon
special power: Weather Creation - Sierra can exhale dense mist that forms clouds that in turn create localized precipitation.
coven: Mador
rank:
appearance:
See description for colors
personality: Sierra is soft-spoken, always polite and courteous, never overstepping his bounds. He avoids attracting attention, but will commit to a task given to him so long as it won't result in him being drawn further into the spotlight.
likes and strengths: Sierra is fond of rare minerals, and has an affinity for making jewelry, which he will usually enchant or sell online.
•Sierra's dragon biology grants him free flight, as well as scales that are tougher than most metals and heatproof.
•Sierra is well-read in appearance-changing magic, such as illusions and shape-shifting, since he can't go outside looking like a dragon.
dislikes and weaknesses:
•Sierra has an unwanted complex and believes that he'll be kicked out if he causes any sort of disruption, and is wary of the other covens, mainly Ignis and Aeris.
•Sierra's Dragon Body is not suited to the life he lives, and he has to use magic for basic tasks.
history: Sierra is the failed attempt to summon a familiar by a powerful witch named Stella Gonzales, who was desperate for companionship after her husband died and the child she had with him was miscarried. However, the spell failed after a miscalculation of the celestial alignment, and Stella's magic was ripped from her and absorbed into Sierra, resulting in her own death.
A meeting was held on what to do with Sierra by the High Priestesses, since little was known about dragons, let alone one with magic. Aeris and Ignis covens moved to abandon him somewhere where dragons already resided, believing that he could be a threat, while Mador voted to raise him and use the situation as an opportunity to learn more about his kind, and Terra sided with them on the grounds that he was the doing of a witch and it was their responsibility to raise him. The stalemate drew out for over a year until one witch discovered that his behavior was that of a human of the same age. The Aeris coven, upon hearing this development, gave way and Sierra has been raised as a witch ever since.
place of birth: New Orleans
relationships: Will be added
Wisps of vapor curled out of Sierra's mouth, hanging in the air above his cauldron and puffing up like whipped like a pile of whipped cream. Sierra lifted his spoon out of the concoction and prodded the tiny cloud with it, causing it to turn dark and menacing. A second later, a purple streak of light shot down from it, causing a jet of flame to erupt from the dark, soupy mixture that vaporized the cloud instantly. The flame died down, and Sierra looked into the cauldron to find that his potion was transmuted into a clear liquid with an aroma reminiscent of lemon.
Sierra read the inscription along the rim of the cauldron, and it shrank to the size of a grapefruit along with the liquid inside. He placed saran wrap over the top of the cauldron and stuffed in the fridge, moving somebody's soda to make room.
As if on command, Sierra's phone went off. He held it coiled in his tail, the lock screen displaying two text messages from his fellow initiates. Both of them had unexpected developments in their schedules, which meant Sierra would be attending the masquerade on his own.
It seemed like a good idea at the time. Transformation spells were incredibly complex and would've left him with vicious cramps or numbness up to his neck; an illusion would've shattered if Sierra were even breathed on. But actually looking at the suit made him consider spending All Hallow's Eve alone in the Mador coven dorms.
It was a mockery of him. The colors were spot-on, but that was the costume's only virtue. It was covered in fake fur, with cartoony eyes and plush paws. It was like someone made a reboot of a series about Sierra's life, but dumbed down in the vein of Teen Titans Go. It was also a project he spent weeks on, weeks that he couldn't get back and could only make the most of by getting use out of what he spent them on.
It was a little weird putting it on, but once it was on, the enchantments activated and it felt like his own skin. Except his skin had scales and not fur. Sierra fumbled around, trying to get the hang of being a biped. He put on the suit (tuxedo suit, not fursuit) and mask, which were far more dignified; the latter in particular, made of interlocking pieces that resembled scales, dyed a deep blue-green.
Sierra teleported a block away from the mansion, to avoid being noticed. He walked stiffly to the front entrance, his gut a stone dragging at the tip of his tail. There were two security officers at the front entrance, and one burst into laughter as she held up a hand to stop him.
"I'm sorry, but the Mascots Anonymous meeting is on the other side of town, and I don't think any of the guests are dragons."
Sierra tried to stutter up an explanation, but she suddenly let him through. "My apologies, Mr. Gonzales, right this way." The second guard winked at him, knowingly, as he entered what would be the most frightening social event of his life. Technically, it already was, since it was his first, but it would get worse. Much, much worse.
Sierra read the inscription along the rim of the cauldron, and it shrank to the size of a grapefruit along with the liquid inside. He placed saran wrap over the top of the cauldron and stuffed in the fridge, moving somebody's soda to make room.
As if on command, Sierra's phone went off. He held it coiled in his tail, the lock screen displaying two text messages from his fellow initiates. Both of them had unexpected developments in their schedules, which meant Sierra would be attending the masquerade on his own.
It seemed like a good idea at the time. Transformation spells were incredibly complex and would've left him with vicious cramps or numbness up to his neck; an illusion would've shattered if Sierra were even breathed on. But actually looking at the suit made him consider spending All Hallow's Eve alone in the Mador coven dorms.
It was a mockery of him. The colors were spot-on, but that was the costume's only virtue. It was covered in fake fur, with cartoony eyes and plush paws. It was like someone made a reboot of a series about Sierra's life, but dumbed down in the vein of Teen Titans Go. It was also a project he spent weeks on, weeks that he couldn't get back and could only make the most of by getting use out of what he spent them on.
It was a little weird putting it on, but once it was on, the enchantments activated and it felt like his own skin. Except his skin had scales and not fur. Sierra fumbled around, trying to get the hang of being a biped. He put on the suit (tuxedo suit, not fursuit) and mask, which were far more dignified; the latter in particular, made of interlocking pieces that resembled scales, dyed a deep blue-green.
Sierra teleported a block away from the mansion, to avoid being noticed. He walked stiffly to the front entrance, his gut a stone dragging at the tip of his tail. There were two security officers at the front entrance, and one burst into laughter as she held up a hand to stop him.
"I'm sorry, but the Mascots Anonymous meeting is on the other side of town, and I don't think any of the guests are dragons."
Sierra tried to stutter up an explanation, but she suddenly let him through. "My apologies, Mr. Gonzales, right this way." The second guard winked at him, knowingly, as he entered what would be the most frightening social event of his life. Technically, it already was, since it was his first, but it would get worse. Much, much worse.
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cяч мε α яıνεя
W I P - P R I E S T O F T E R R A
F C : S A M C L A F L I N
F C : S A M C L A F L I N
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Fighting Instincts
To say Isaac was unsure about entering the neighboring pack's territory for this treaty was an understatement. Would it be said out loud? No, but the Epsilon beside him could easily sense the tension rolling off of him in waves. It wasn't that he doubted he could do the job, it's just that what was about to happen wasn't something that happens often. And it never happened in his pack, not in the few years he'd been Alpha, and definitely not while his father had been Alpha.
Running a hand through his short hair, the young man sighed, giving his head a good shake. He needed to snap out of it and focus. While he doubted any type of attack was coming, he couldn't let his guard down. He had to be focused. All they had to do today was just go over the terms, sign the paperwork and be done. Isaac could do that. He's been doing that ever since his father had started taking him to meetings.
As Isaac and his Epsilon entered the Alpha's home, he greeted those who lead the well with a polite nod of the head, his face never betraying his inner thoughts. Walking into the meeting room he plastered a somewhat sincere smile on his face and offered his hand to shake.
With the pleasantries taken care of, they went straight to work finalizing everything for the treaty. It didn't take long, seeing as they'd been corresponding for weeks already, and they had just finished when one of the Epsilon's for the Alpha let a young woman into the room. Raising his head from the papers he'd been hunched over, Isaac straightened, watching the interaction between Alpha and Delta, waiting to be introduced.
Smiling slightly as the other Alpha left, Isaac took a step forward so he could greet the girl before him and introduce himself and his Epsilon. "It's Enora, correct?" he asked, offering his hand for her to shake, wanting to be polite.
"I'm Isaac Rockford, and this is my Epsilon Malcolm." he introduced them, gesturing behind him at the large man in his late thirties. "He'll be with us until we pass the border into my territory. I know this might be a little shocking, but hopefully you'll be willing to work with us to settle this...somewhat unusual event smoothly?" he tried to joke, smiling a bit more, hoping to reassure the girl.
To say Isaac was unsure about entering the neighboring pack's territory for this treaty was an understatement. Would it be said out loud? No, but the Epsilon beside him could easily sense the tension rolling off of him in waves. It wasn't that he doubted he could do the job, it's just that what was about to happen wasn't something that happens often. And it never happened in his pack, not in the few years he'd been Alpha, and definitely not while his father had been Alpha.
Running a hand through his short hair, the young man sighed, giving his head a good shake. He needed to snap out of it and focus. While he doubted any type of attack was coming, he couldn't let his guard down. He had to be focused. All they had to do today was just go over the terms, sign the paperwork and be done. Isaac could do that. He's been doing that ever since his father had started taking him to meetings.
As Isaac and his Epsilon entered the Alpha's home, he greeted those who lead the well with a polite nod of the head, his face never betraying his inner thoughts. Walking into the meeting room he plastered a somewhat sincere smile on his face and offered his hand to shake.
With the pleasantries taken care of, they went straight to work finalizing everything for the treaty. It didn't take long, seeing as they'd been corresponding for weeks already, and they had just finished when one of the Epsilon's for the Alpha let a young woman into the room. Raising his head from the papers he'd been hunched over, Isaac straightened, watching the interaction between Alpha and Delta, waiting to be introduced.
Smiling slightly as the other Alpha left, Isaac took a step forward so he could greet the girl before him and introduce himself and his Epsilon. "It's Enora, correct?" he asked, offering his hand for her to shake, wanting to be polite.
"I'm Isaac Rockford, and this is my Epsilon Malcolm." he introduced them, gesturing behind him at the large man in his late thirties. "He'll be with us until we pass the border into my territory. I know this might be a little shocking, but hopefully you'll be willing to work with us to settle this...somewhat unusual event smoothly?" he tried to joke, smiling a bit more, hoping to reassure the girl.
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Lamia
Member
name: Indigo Kiona Castillo
aliases: Indi
age: 19
date of birth: January 17th, 1998
gender: Female
sexuality: Heterosexual
race/ethnicity: Mixed-race. Iranian, Caucasian (Irish and Greek), African American. Father Iranian and Caucasian. Mother is of African American and Afro-Latino (Dominican).
species: Witch
special power: Celestial Manipulation. Indigo has the ability to manipulate the entire universe. however, since she is still coming to grips with it, the young woman doesn't have much control over it yet.
coven: Ignis Coven
rank: Sister
appearance:
appearance description:
Indigo has golden strands of wavy hair and piercing ocean blue eyes. The young woman is quite short with a height of 5,0. Heels are the only things that add to her small frame.
personality:
Indigo is very closed off from others, she can come off as indifferent due to her blunt attitude. She's not a fan of sugercoating. She says it like it is and that doesn't sit too well with some. The blonde has a mysterious aura about her. She doesn't usually go out of her way to converse with others and make friends. To some, she can seem intimidating. Indi is brave and won't back down from a fight. Even without magic, she can hold her own in a fight.
The young woman is quite sarcastic. Miss blue eyes has a certain distaste for those who threaten her and those she cares for.
Indigo has no time for people who waste her time. It seems like the girl doesn't care about a thing but that's not true. The girl had just had experience with others that's caused her to be closed off from others. Being brought up to never show weakness is a factor in how she is now.
In contrast, when she opens up it can seem like she's an entirely different person. Indigo can be more open, vulnerable, sensitive, caring and more. The girl can be sweet and humble. Her persona seems totally changed when comfortable around others. She's protective of friends and family and thoughtful.
When she lets her guard down, she can even be a little flirty with those of the male variety. Indigo is courageous and will take care of her most loved ones.
Indigo is clever, seeming to always knowing how to trick someone.
The girl is pretty silly when she lets all her walls down and those who get to know her would perceive her to be a charming, lovable girl. A bit of a tomboy
It's hard to let someone into her mind and heart but it's possible, just extremely tough.
Those who know her would think that she's a very sweet person who just has a rough past.
likes and strengths:
Archery
Reading people
Practicing her power
Pranking others, though one would never know
Someone making her laugh
Hard to break under preassure
Despite her small frame, is pretty strong and carries heavy objects with ease
Designing clothing
dislikes and weaknesses:
Her father
Opening up to others
Revealing her past to others
Allergic to certain fruits
When catching sicknesses, they hit her hard and it can be a while for her to get back to normal
history:
Indigo was born on a cold winter night in January. Her parents were quite young, so the two had to grow up very fast because of Indigo. Growing up, money wasn't growing off trees but her parents always made sure she was fed and had clothes on her back.
Her parents loved the little girl though and wanted best for her. However, at age five is when things started to change. Indi's father got laid off from his job and resorted smoking/drinking. Her mother tried to assure him on everything but the man just sunk into a depression.
One day, he snapped, going as far as slapping little Indi's mother across the face. That was when Indi discovered that she was witch. Somehow, her father had fallen down with the little girl focusing in on him. Afterwards, Indigo's mother informed her on how she was a witch and the things that came with it.
At age nine, her father started targeting Indigo. Her mother tried to stop him, but there was only so much she could do. The girl was deadly afraid of her father by this point though.
The future didn't look too bright. Every day, Indigo dealt with abuse, which started to take a toll on the young girl.
She would cover her bruises each day as she went to school.
Indigo was unusually jumpy, which caused teachers to question her but she shrugged them off.
The abuse eventually got so bad that Indigo had a black eye one day. That was when her mother knew she couldn't take it anymore and put a spell on him, summoning him to a different dimension for eternity.
Not long after that, Indi and her mother moved to Lousiana where they joined the Ignis coven. There, they wold start anew. Her mother reassured that she did not have to afraid anymore.
Indigo tries not to think about her father anymore, as it only brings bad memories to her. Indi likes the coven and is very loyal to the coven that's she been with since she was a young girl.
place of birth: Dallas, Texas.
relationships:
Father - Indigo doesn't have anything nice to say about him. She's glad that she never has to see him again.
Ashni Rao - Indi admires the woman very much. Thinks of her as almost a second mother. Hopes to be as wise as she is someday.
Juniper Langley - Thinks the girl is amusing and very sweet. But also thinks that she should loosen up a bit.
Ivy - You could say that Indi thinks she's handing things quite well. Indigo gets along very well with her. The two were good friends.
Sample:
Athena bit her lip, " She listened as he said that Vinnie wasn't her real father. "I didn't want to do this." Athena spoke, hurt at the insinuation that her feelings for him weren't true. He asked what had Vinnie had said for her to end it.
The girl looked at him as he held her by her shoulders.
"When I told him what happened, he was obviously upset. But he now thinks that you can't protect me and a bad influence on me." Athena spoke, trying to brush tears away but more kept falling.
"I've tried to reason with him but he just won't budge about it. He said that you're too safe and that it's dangerous." The girl spoke with a sigh. "I really have no choice Leo. He may not be my father but he's acted like he is for most of my life. Maybe his mind will change once he sees that I'm not a little girl anymore and I can protect myself." Athena voiced in a soft tone.
Her eyes caught sight of his own tearful eyes and it broke her heart. Athena lowered her gaze, finding it too painful to look him in the eyes. Her curls covered her dreadful face.
"We can still be friends like before. " Athena spoke, her heart palpitating. She knew it wouldn't ease the pain at all. Thena looked at Leo, wondering what he was thinking in that head of his.
The girl appreciated the man that was in front of her very much and she wanted to make things work but Vinnie certainly wouldn't approve on the two continuing their relationship.
The young woman focused on him, "I'll understand if you don't want to though." she murmured, voice laced with sadness.
By now, her eyes were just a bit watery, tears dried up and her cheeks were flushed.
Athena lightly pulled away, "I'll see you around. I guess." She murmured gently. Athena reached up, giving Leo one last kiss on his cheek before she turned away, tears falling from her face once again.
The girl made her exit from the hotel, the staff that greeted her earlier giving her worried glances. Athena sniffled, making it outside.
Her legs took her to the nearby town square, where she sat on a bench nearest took her.
aliases: Indi
age: 19
date of birth: January 17th, 1998
gender: Female
sexuality: Heterosexual
race/ethnicity: Mixed-race. Iranian, Caucasian (Irish and Greek), African American. Father Iranian and Caucasian. Mother is of African American and Afro-Latino (Dominican).
species: Witch
special power: Celestial Manipulation. Indigo has the ability to manipulate the entire universe. however, since she is still coming to grips with it, the young woman doesn't have much control over it yet.
coven: Ignis Coven
rank: Sister
appearance:
appearance description:
Indigo has golden strands of wavy hair and piercing ocean blue eyes. The young woman is quite short with a height of 5,0. Heels are the only things that add to her small frame.
personality:
Indigo is very closed off from others, she can come off as indifferent due to her blunt attitude. She's not a fan of sugercoating. She says it like it is and that doesn't sit too well with some. The blonde has a mysterious aura about her. She doesn't usually go out of her way to converse with others and make friends. To some, she can seem intimidating. Indi is brave and won't back down from a fight. Even without magic, she can hold her own in a fight.
The young woman is quite sarcastic. Miss blue eyes has a certain distaste for those who threaten her and those she cares for.
Indigo has no time for people who waste her time. It seems like the girl doesn't care about a thing but that's not true. The girl had just had experience with others that's caused her to be closed off from others. Being brought up to never show weakness is a factor in how she is now.
In contrast, when she opens up it can seem like she's an entirely different person. Indigo can be more open, vulnerable, sensitive, caring and more. The girl can be sweet and humble. Her persona seems totally changed when comfortable around others. She's protective of friends and family and thoughtful.
When she lets her guard down, she can even be a little flirty with those of the male variety. Indigo is courageous and will take care of her most loved ones.
Indigo is clever, seeming to always knowing how to trick someone.
The girl is pretty silly when she lets all her walls down and those who get to know her would perceive her to be a charming, lovable girl. A bit of a tomboy
It's hard to let someone into her mind and heart but it's possible, just extremely tough.
Those who know her would think that she's a very sweet person who just has a rough past.
likes and strengths:
Archery
Reading people
Practicing her power
Pranking others, though one would never know
Someone making her laugh
Hard to break under preassure
Despite her small frame, is pretty strong and carries heavy objects with ease
Designing clothing
dislikes and weaknesses:
Her father
Opening up to others
Revealing her past to others
Allergic to certain fruits
When catching sicknesses, they hit her hard and it can be a while for her to get back to normal
history:
Indigo was born on a cold winter night in January. Her parents were quite young, so the two had to grow up very fast because of Indigo. Growing up, money wasn't growing off trees but her parents always made sure she was fed and had clothes on her back.
Her parents loved the little girl though and wanted best for her. However, at age five is when things started to change. Indi's father got laid off from his job and resorted smoking/drinking. Her mother tried to assure him on everything but the man just sunk into a depression.
One day, he snapped, going as far as slapping little Indi's mother across the face. That was when Indi discovered that she was witch. Somehow, her father had fallen down with the little girl focusing in on him. Afterwards, Indigo's mother informed her on how she was a witch and the things that came with it.
At age nine, her father started targeting Indigo. Her mother tried to stop him, but there was only so much she could do. The girl was deadly afraid of her father by this point though.
The future didn't look too bright. Every day, Indigo dealt with abuse, which started to take a toll on the young girl.
She would cover her bruises each day as she went to school.
Indigo was unusually jumpy, which caused teachers to question her but she shrugged them off.
The abuse eventually got so bad that Indigo had a black eye one day. That was when her mother knew she couldn't take it anymore and put a spell on him, summoning him to a different dimension for eternity.
Not long after that, Indi and her mother moved to Lousiana where they joined the Ignis coven. There, they wold start anew. Her mother reassured that she did not have to afraid anymore.
Indigo tries not to think about her father anymore, as it only brings bad memories to her. Indi likes the coven and is very loyal to the coven that's she been with since she was a young girl.
place of birth: Dallas, Texas.
relationships:
Father - Indigo doesn't have anything nice to say about him. She's glad that she never has to see him again.
Ashni Rao - Indi admires the woman very much. Thinks of her as almost a second mother. Hopes to be as wise as she is someday.
Juniper Langley - Thinks the girl is amusing and very sweet. But also thinks that she should loosen up a bit.
Ivy - You could say that Indi thinks she's handing things quite well. Indigo gets along very well with her. The two were good friends.
Sample:
Athena bit her lip, " She listened as he said that Vinnie wasn't her real father. "I didn't want to do this." Athena spoke, hurt at the insinuation that her feelings for him weren't true. He asked what had Vinnie had said for her to end it.
The girl looked at him as he held her by her shoulders.
"When I told him what happened, he was obviously upset. But he now thinks that you can't protect me and a bad influence on me." Athena spoke, trying to brush tears away but more kept falling.
"I've tried to reason with him but he just won't budge about it. He said that you're too safe and that it's dangerous." The girl spoke with a sigh. "I really have no choice Leo. He may not be my father but he's acted like he is for most of my life. Maybe his mind will change once he sees that I'm not a little girl anymore and I can protect myself." Athena voiced in a soft tone.
Her eyes caught sight of his own tearful eyes and it broke her heart. Athena lowered her gaze, finding it too painful to look him in the eyes. Her curls covered her dreadful face.
"We can still be friends like before. " Athena spoke, her heart palpitating. She knew it wouldn't ease the pain at all. Thena looked at Leo, wondering what he was thinking in that head of his.
The girl appreciated the man that was in front of her very much and she wanted to make things work but Vinnie certainly wouldn't approve on the two continuing their relationship.
The young woman focused on him, "I'll understand if you don't want to though." she murmured, voice laced with sadness.
By now, her eyes were just a bit watery, tears dried up and her cheeks were flushed.
Athena lightly pulled away, "I'll see you around. I guess." She murmured gently. Athena reached up, giving Leo one last kiss on his cheek before she turned away, tears falling from her face once again.
The girl made her exit from the hotel, the staff that greeted her earlier giving her worried glances. Athena sniffled, making it outside.
Her legs took her to the nearby town square, where she sat on a bench nearest took her.
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r e i
-- the lost king --
give me two seconds!
Maya heard as Dinah shown herself and raised her two fingers to show her. She sighed, thinking I knew she was gonna be still sleeping when I got here. Maya brought out some food that she had bought on the way here. She looked at her phone checking the time, as she thinks about how the wedding will be. She had never been to an American wedding before. Weddings at home were always different and tourists weren't allowed on their land so outside weddings never took place. She starts to play a game waiting for her oversleeping friend and a way to not think about home. Almost 10 minutes later, and right as she beats the final boss. Dinah jumps into her car.
i'm so sorry! i had work and then i completely forgot and passed out
She just looked at her and frowns "Did you get enough sleep Di?" Maya forgets her anger as soon as she sees her frazzled friend. Always working and never resting, she worries about her alot. She tends to check on her alot and make sure her fridge is full. She then goes into her bag, pulling out a bag of food for Dinah and handing it to her. "I know you haven't eaten so, here. Can't take pictures on an empty belly."
"thank you for picking me up, otherwise i wouldn't have made it at all."
Maya grins and starts driving to the wedding. "Hey, what are best friends for? Even though I lost out on a lot of sleep for this" She shook her head and nods to the bag "If you don't start eating, I will stop this car. You know I will." she says as she drives on. Lord knows, she will. Maya would do anything for Dinah, even waking up in the am's to take her somewhere. She loves her.
Maya heard as Dinah shown herself and raised her two fingers to show her. She sighed, thinking I knew she was gonna be still sleeping when I got here. Maya brought out some food that she had bought on the way here. She looked at her phone checking the time, as she thinks about how the wedding will be. She had never been to an American wedding before. Weddings at home were always different and tourists weren't allowed on their land so outside weddings never took place. She starts to play a game waiting for her oversleeping friend and a way to not think about home. Almost 10 minutes later, and right as she beats the final boss. Dinah jumps into her car.
i'm so sorry! i had work and then i completely forgot and passed out
She just looked at her and frowns "Did you get enough sleep Di?" Maya forgets her anger as soon as she sees her frazzled friend. Always working and never resting, she worries about her alot. She tends to check on her alot and make sure her fridge is full. She then goes into her bag, pulling out a bag of food for Dinah and handing it to her. "I know you haven't eaten so, here. Can't take pictures on an empty belly."
"thank you for picking me up, otherwise i wouldn't have made it at all."
Maya grins and starts driving to the wedding. "Hey, what are best friends for? Even though I lost out on a lot of sleep for this" She shook her head and nods to the bag "If you don't start eating, I will stop this car. You know I will." she says as she drives on. Lord knows, she will. Maya would do anything for Dinah, even waking up in the am's to take her somewhere. She loves her.
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Yennie
I'm bored
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Jason
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nickname: Jay
age: 25
gender: Male
sexuality: Heterosexual
ethnicity: Mixed, African American & Caucasian
hair color: Brown
eye color: Brown
body Type: 6'2", Muscular, Toned, Slim
species: Werewolf
bind: Wynter Blair
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The Beast -
Personality: Jason likes to think of himself as a complex individual but he's really just an asshole that's too full of himself. He's headstrong, very stubborn and hella opinionated. He likes to run his mouth, talk a lot of shit like he's the big guy on campus - and in some ways he is. He has a very self serving, addictive personality. He only go out of his way to do something if it benefits him, he doesn't really put in effort to help others. He's an endorphin chaser and easily becomes addicted to things that make him feel good be it substances, people or other things. When he does love someone he falls hard, often forsaking everything else for the simply joy of making that one happy. However, he's manipulative and cunning, always looking for ways to spin a situation to his benefit or looking for people to use. While it's not his intention to be immediately awful (he's actually quite charming), it's like this dark ugly thing just bubbles up out of him which makes him rather unpredictable. He can be provoked to anger and violence very easily so it's best not to push his buttons too much. On the flipside he can be easily manipulated and used, though if he finds out you've been using him you're dead on sight.
If ever someone were to inquire about his personal life or really try to get to know him he'd snap at the drop of a hat and storm off; he's just incapable of dealing with that jumbled mess.
There's a lot of pain and hurt deeply rooted in him that he cannot work through. Despite his confident exterior, within himself he struggles with debilitating self deprecation and finds it hard to understand that maybe's he not just a worthless dog - that he could potentially be better than what's he's been told he is.
Some pure little part of Jason does care about people and things, he just has extreme difficulty showing it.
History: Jason is a born were and as such was born into the servitude of witches. He has no last name because weres weren't allowed to feel like they were anything more than lowly dogs. They weren't always that way however. Jason's lineage can be traced back to the first weres, back when Terra coven witches were experimenting with the type of black magic that bound human and beast together. The Terra coven had deemed weres uncontrollable and dangerous but were too late to stop them from reproducing. So they created an anti-were mechanism, the silver allergy so that no witch would be left defenseless against the beastly race. Through the years the two had both come to fear persecution and execution by humans. However when witches were being murdered enmasse under the guise of "fair trials" the weres did not step in to aid their creators and instead turned their backs on the witches. The resulting war ended in the enslavement of weres by witches for the past century or so. Some were packs do roam freely but Jason was not fortunate enough to be born into one of those. Instead he was born into the service of a rouge witch family known as the Arynn's. His mother was using as nothing more then a brood mare and he was never allowed to see her after he was weaned from the breast. From that point on he only came into contact with his "handler" Matilda Arryn, an experienced witch who did not spare the rod nor the silver and trained him with an iron fist. He learned to accept that failure to obey resulted in punishment, and punishment often meant pain and suffering. She trained him to be a machine of war, obeying only her commands and killing anything she told him to. He was held by the Arryn's until he was around 20 years old when the Arryn coven was put to trial for the abuse and misuse of weres by the major covens of New Orleans.
Newly freed from those shackles, Jason really had no idea of who he was or where to go. Naturally he immediately sought to bind himself to another witch since that was all he knew. Informally "adopted" into the Mador Coven, he was setup with a job as a bartender at a witch-friendly place and has worked there ever since. It doesn't require much thought and he gets to flirt with beautiful women so it was fine for him.
Until Wynter Lucine Blair walked into the bar one night and changed his life forever. His attraction to her was instant, no match for her seductive aura and charm. He was after her relentlessly until she finally gave in (perhaps to see just how much amusement he'd bring her until he bored her) and accepted his request for a...something. He honestly had no idea how to date but he knew he wanted something concrete with Wynter. It wasn't long before she had him wrapped around her fingers. Wynter was like the breath of life, bringing him back to reality and grounding him despite her turning out to be not very different from his past abuser- though perhaps that is why he's so attached to her now.
LikesMusic is incredibly important to him. It's one of the only ways he feels he can escape. He loves playing anything with strings from guitar to cello.
He enjoys exercising and keeping his body in shape. Helps release some of his pent up frustration.
He fears being alone.
Fears
He fears losing Wynter, that she may tire of him and dispose of him.
He's terribly afraid of his beast side overwhelming his humanity and going feral.
Other:
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Relationships & Additional Info
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Matilda Arryn - He has no idea what became of her following the trial as they were forbidden to have contact with each other. Despite all the pain and suffering she put him through, he misses her.
Wynter Lucine Blair - She's more or less his life at the moment and there is nothing he wouldn't do to make her happy. Though he's not certain she can every be truly happy there are times when she simply smiles at him where he feels it's all worth whatever she asks of him.
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NilNul
intoxicant
Name:
Stasya Svoboda
Aliases:
Sundew, Mire-bird, Alligator
age:
25
date of birth:
February 3
gender:
Female
sexuality:
Hetero
species:
Witch
special power:
Floral Degration: Guiding her magic into the soil below, the supercharged plant-life quickly spreads, pushing its vines and roots through even solid concrete in time. While not instantaneous, no building, road or dam will stay standing as its foundation is cracked.
coven:
Mador
rank:
Priestess
appearance:
appearance description:
Dull-blonde hair, tall, utilitarian dresscode with a faint, sugary scent often accompanying her. Secretly being described by her friends as having "dead looking" eyes by the more sparkly-eyed locals.
personality:
Reserved when first interacting with strangers, Stasya however quickly opens up once she has met the person for a second time as a whimsical woman with odd, slightly fanatical beliefs.
likes and strengths:
Marshes and Mires, what drew Stasya to Louisiana was its famous wetlands, that were a wonderful reminder of her former home.
An avid outdoors-man, Stasya moves with the grace of a natural predator among the local wilderness, where her skill over water magic serves to only make her more a threat to anyone setting foot among the lands that water reconquered.
Has a special bond and affiliation with swamp-life, and is always interested in increasing her knowledge among them. While the water-side of swampland has been easily accessed to her by her Coven, The life and plant-magic of Terra Coven has been out of her reach, but never out of her target sight.
Dislikes and weaknesses:
Human overreach, the constant, never ending expansion and pollution of the city into the wilderness around it is seen by her as prideful, short-sighted stupidity. In her view, every meter of land claimed from the sea, swamp and rivers will be paid for, and dearly by the humans once they succumb to the inevitable, and never-ending assault from nature. Its only a matter of time until the dams start leaking..., the repairs start to go unanswered.. A time will come when the blind will, spittle and duck-tape of mankind wont be enough anymore, and nature reclaims whats hers once more.
history:
Born on the Old Continent, Svaboda came to Louisiana two decades ago with her parents, and discovered quickly her latent talents in the new world. Looking around, the young girl quickly found guidance and a community among the youngest Coven, and has been a loyal member ever since her recruitment.
place of birth:
Eastern Europe
relationships:
[To be filled]
Stasya Svoboda
Aliases:
Sundew, Mire-bird, Alligator
age:
25
date of birth:
February 3
gender:
Female
sexuality:
Hetero
species:
Witch
special power:
Floral Degration: Guiding her magic into the soil below, the supercharged plant-life quickly spreads, pushing its vines and roots through even solid concrete in time. While not instantaneous, no building, road or dam will stay standing as its foundation is cracked.
coven:
Mador
rank:
Priestess
appearance:
Dull-blonde hair, tall, utilitarian dresscode with a faint, sugary scent often accompanying her. Secretly being described by her friends as having "dead looking" eyes by the more sparkly-eyed locals.
personality:
Reserved when first interacting with strangers, Stasya however quickly opens up once she has met the person for a second time as a whimsical woman with odd, slightly fanatical beliefs.
likes and strengths:
Marshes and Mires, what drew Stasya to Louisiana was its famous wetlands, that were a wonderful reminder of her former home.
An avid outdoors-man, Stasya moves with the grace of a natural predator among the local wilderness, where her skill over water magic serves to only make her more a threat to anyone setting foot among the lands that water reconquered.
Has a special bond and affiliation with swamp-life, and is always interested in increasing her knowledge among them. While the water-side of swampland has been easily accessed to her by her Coven, The life and plant-magic of Terra Coven has been out of her reach, but never out of her target sight.
Dislikes and weaknesses:
Human overreach, the constant, never ending expansion and pollution of the city into the wilderness around it is seen by her as prideful, short-sighted stupidity. In her view, every meter of land claimed from the sea, swamp and rivers will be paid for, and dearly by the humans once they succumb to the inevitable, and never-ending assault from nature. Its only a matter of time until the dams start leaking..., the repairs start to go unanswered.. A time will come when the blind will, spittle and duck-tape of mankind wont be enough anymore, and nature reclaims whats hers once more.
history:
Born on the Old Continent, Svaboda came to Louisiana two decades ago with her parents, and discovered quickly her latent talents in the new world. Looking around, the young girl quickly found guidance and a community among the youngest Coven, and has been a loyal member ever since her recruitment.
place of birth:
Eastern Europe
relationships:
[To be filled]
Stasya smiled as she noticed the familiar outline of the modest houseboat emerge from the canopy, and guided her boat to reach the front of the modest dwelling. Coming into view as she drove closer, an old-timer sitting on the front porch of the houseboat noticed him, and with a grin gave a wave to the approaching boat.
"Have you caught "It" yet?", the old man jovially shouted as she came into range, earning a laugh and a head-shake from the sailing woman.
"No, not this time Neil, ", the woman smiled and shouted back, waving an empty fish-net at the pensioner. "But i will next time! Mark my words!"
Laughing, the two boaters said their goodbyes as the water-witch continued driving along the river on her flatboat. Truth be told, the water witch had not really thought about what might happen if she were to ever come across "It". The infamous myth of Honey Island Swamp, she had yet to fully see the legendary creature in flesh... but every now and again, she noticed a sign here, a thing there... A huge print in fresh marsh mud with three, webbed toes... a pile of swamp-rabbit bones, meticulously chewed clean and left in neat, orderly piles... a glimpse of something... gigantic, dashing away between the reeds as you come closer... She has been coming every now and again to this place to catch a glimpse of what that strange legend, just to finally put her mind at ease on what It might actually be... Is it really a bunch of escaped circus monkeys that bred with local alligators, as the legends say? Is it a deformed bear? A madman? A mermaid? Nobody knows...
With a sigh, the water-witch looked behind her as she exited the Honey Island Swamp, and returned to civilization once more.
"Have you caught "It" yet?", the old man jovially shouted as she came into range, earning a laugh and a head-shake from the sailing woman.
"No, not this time Neil, ", the woman smiled and shouted back, waving an empty fish-net at the pensioner. "But i will next time! Mark my words!"
Laughing, the two boaters said their goodbyes as the water-witch continued driving along the river on her flatboat. Truth be told, the water witch had not really thought about what might happen if she were to ever come across "It". The infamous myth of Honey Island Swamp, she had yet to fully see the legendary creature in flesh... but every now and again, she noticed a sign here, a thing there... A huge print in fresh marsh mud with three, webbed toes... a pile of swamp-rabbit bones, meticulously chewed clean and left in neat, orderly piles... a glimpse of something... gigantic, dashing away between the reeds as you come closer... She has been coming every now and again to this place to catch a glimpse of what that strange legend, just to finally put her mind at ease on what It might actually be... Is it really a bunch of escaped circus monkeys that bred with local alligators, as the legends say? Is it a deformed bear? A madman? A mermaid? Nobody knows...
With a sigh, the water-witch looked behind her as she exited the Honey Island Swamp, and returned to civilization once more.
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Shagranoz
One Thousand Club
Name: Claire O'Hara
Aliases: The Silent Watcher
Age: Appears 20, actually 78
Birthday: August 9th
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian
Species: Witch
Special Power: Astral Projection
Coven: Aeris
Rank: Sister
Appearance Description: Claire likes to keep her red hair shoulder length. She has deep green eyes, a freckle or two, and a scar on her right shoulder. Her fashion sense tends towards skirts and sleeveless tops in bright colors.
Personality: Appropriately enough, Claire is a free spirit. She doesn't care much for tomorrow, preferring to live in the moment. She tends to be a bit scatterbrained and inattentive, but very creative and able to come up with out-of-the-box spells. All in all, the Aeris Coven sees her as a respected member, if more than a little quirky.
Strengths: Creative, clever, adventurous.
Likes: Magic, painting, the outdoors
Weaknesses: Physically weak, naïve, trusting
Dislikes: Rain, the other covens
History: Claire grew up in County Cork, Ireland. Throughout her early life, she thought she was just a normal girl, but that changed one night shortly after her twelfth birthday. She fell asleep, same as she always did, and dreamed she was walking around her room. With a start, she realized she wasn't dreaming- she was somehow outside her body. She managed to return to her body, terrified out of her wits, but the next night, she ventured further, finding she could walk through solid objects. Further research revealed she was a witch, and she began to practice her powers in secret. Eventually, her parents passed away in the 1980s, and Claire lost her job, leaving her adrift. She'd also been searching for a coven for years, and found one in New Orleans.
Sample: Claire writhed around as she returned to her body. She didn't know why, but her whole body always itched fiercely after a projection. None of the other witches in the Aeris coven could explain it, either. The best guess they could come up with was that her body was trying to reintegrate her mind, or spirit, or whatever the hell it was that she sent out.
The first rays of sunlight crept through her window, enticing the redheaded witch to wake up. She wasn't tired, despite spending most of the night spectrally roaming the city. Apparently, her body got enough rest during the night whether she was in it or not. Claire looked over her clothes, picking out a white skirt and pink top, then headed downstairs. She stopped short when she saw another witch. It wasn't someone she recognized, but the other woman had a scent faintly reminiscent of wet earth. Terra coven. Crap. Still, it didn't hurt to be polite. "Hello there. Claire O'Hara, Aeris sister."
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Bellz
Straight Judgin'
Wynter Lucine Blair
"I put a spell on you...because your mine."
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
Work in Progress
name: Wynter Lucine Blair
age:37 (300)
date of birth: April 1st 1716
gender: female
sexuality: hetero
species: Witch
special power: Ice Manipulation
coven: Mador
rank: Sister (Was successor)
personality:If there was only one word to describe this ice queen...it would be Seductive. The woman is flirt and seductive whether she actually tries or not. Something about her overall personality draws people close to her. Beautiful, intelligent and fun to be around, Wynter never shows her true colors to those who have betrayed her. In order to see her in her truest form, you must earn her love and trust. When she is in the privacy of her own home with Jason, she isn't the same person. She's angry, hurt and vengeful. They couple can share brief moments of affection that end up turning into something much more than just affection but that's about it. She holds hate in her heart for the wolf, but the love she has developed for him during the years he has been hers is slowly progressing. She rules her own home and anything she is in charge of with an iron fist, having the makings of a great leader.
likes and strengths:
Likes:
Roses
Snow/Winter
Being in control
strengths:[
Powerful leader
No BS attitude
Intelligent
dislikes and weaknesses:
Dislikes:
Mador HP
The rest of the covens
betrayal
weaknesses:
Love
angers easily
Losing Jason
history: Wynter was born April 1st 1816, her mother died at birth leaving her father to take care of her. At a very young age, Wynter was very much aware of the life she lived as one of the many Rogue witches. It was a difficult life really, Rogues don't belong anywhere...no system of government like Covens they had no grasp on what was a solid right or wrong thing to do. Depending on the territories they traveled, that was the law of the land, and every territory had different laws because they had different Covens. This became an increased problem as she became older. Her father and her having to break the law more than once to live. It wasn't until the early 1900s that they were caught. Her father was found guilty for his crimes and was sentenced to death, however, the four covens that had tried them found Wynter innocent, simply following blindly because she loved her family and wanted to continue to be with him. Devastated, Wynter began her Initiation into the Mador Coven and was sworn in as a sister in 1906. Winter was a promising young witch at the time whose "optimism" for the Coven's future caught the interest of the female High priestess at the time. The woman took Wynter under her wing as her successor, not having claimed one yet. The girl learned everything she could from her, eager to become HP of Mador Coven, eager to finally get her revenge on them all. However after being caught in a small mission to manipulate one of the coven members to unveil a riddle from an oracle, she was found guilty on trial and stripped of her title. The Successor was handed to a male (LEAVING THIS PART EMPTY TILL HONEST GETS HER CHARACTER UP)
Wynter had more free time than she was use to now being a sister and was eager to continue her plans of destruction. As fate would have it, she went to The Bubbling Cauldron which was a bar for witches and other supernatural creatures, ordering a drink she was met face to face with a promising young man who seemed to not get enough of her. The wolf man drooled like a pup in heat after her ever step and by the end of the night when she had given him her number, she knew she had another way of completing her plans. But couldn't simply be the cat that sits and waits for a dog like him to eat her up...no...she had to reel him in even further, pull him along for a while.
It was easier than she thought because the man did not cease his constant messaging until she finally gave into going out with him. At first, she let Jason become a play thing to her, something to cure her boredom...but she found herself seeing more than just a pretty face and strong body, however, fears of him leaving her because of her age began to plague her thoughts and she did the only thing she could think of: Placing him under a love manipulation spell, she is able to assure he still loves her for as long as she wishes...After finding that he would do absolutely anything for her, the plans for the death of Circe came into play.
[place of birth:New Orleans
Relationships
Jason
Yennie
name: Wynter Lucine Blair
age:37 (300)
date of birth: April 1st 1716
gender: female
sexuality: hetero
species: Witch
special power: Ice Manipulation
coven: Mador
rank: Sister (Was successor)
personality:If there was only one word to describe this ice queen...it would be Seductive. The woman is flirt and seductive whether she actually tries or not. Something about her overall personality draws people close to her. Beautiful, intelligent and fun to be around, Wynter never shows her true colors to those who have betrayed her. In order to see her in her truest form, you must earn her love and trust. When she is in the privacy of her own home with Jason, she isn't the same person. She's angry, hurt and vengeful. They couple can share brief moments of affection that end up turning into something much more than just affection but that's about it. She holds hate in her heart for the wolf, but the love she has developed for him during the years he has been hers is slowly progressing. She rules her own home and anything she is in charge of with an iron fist, having the makings of a great leader.
likes and strengths:
Likes:
Roses
Snow/Winter
Being in control
strengths:[
Powerful leader
No BS attitude
Intelligent
dislikes and weaknesses:
Dislikes:
Mador HP
The rest of the covens
betrayal
weaknesses:
Love
angers easily
Losing Jason
history: Wynter was born April 1st 1816, her mother died at birth leaving her father to take care of her. At a very young age, Wynter was very much aware of the life she lived as one of the many Rogue witches. It was a difficult life really, Rogues don't belong anywhere...no system of government like Covens they had no grasp on what was a solid right or wrong thing to do. Depending on the territories they traveled, that was the law of the land, and every territory had different laws because they had different Covens. This became an increased problem as she became older. Her father and her having to break the law more than once to live. It wasn't until the early 1900s that they were caught. Her father was found guilty for his crimes and was sentenced to death, however, the four covens that had tried them found Wynter innocent, simply following blindly because she loved her family and wanted to continue to be with him. Devastated, Wynter began her Initiation into the Mador Coven and was sworn in as a sister in 1906. Winter was a promising young witch at the time whose "optimism" for the Coven's future caught the interest of the female High priestess at the time. The woman took Wynter under her wing as her successor, not having claimed one yet. The girl learned everything she could from her, eager to become HP of Mador Coven, eager to finally get her revenge on them all. However after being caught in a small mission to manipulate one of the coven members to unveil a riddle from an oracle, she was found guilty on trial and stripped of her title. The Successor was handed to a male (LEAVING THIS PART EMPTY TILL HONEST GETS HER CHARACTER UP)
Wynter had more free time than she was use to now being a sister and was eager to continue her plans of destruction. As fate would have it, she went to The Bubbling Cauldron which was a bar for witches and other supernatural creatures, ordering a drink she was met face to face with a promising young man who seemed to not get enough of her. The wolf man drooled like a pup in heat after her ever step and by the end of the night when she had given him her number, she knew she had another way of completing her plans. But couldn't simply be the cat that sits and waits for a dog like him to eat her up...no...she had to reel him in even further, pull him along for a while.
It was easier than she thought because the man did not cease his constant messaging until she finally gave into going out with him. At first, she let Jason become a play thing to her, something to cure her boredom...but she found herself seeing more than just a pretty face and strong body, however, fears of him leaving her because of her age began to plague her thoughts and she did the only thing she could think of: Placing him under a love manipulation spell, she is able to assure he still loves her for as long as she wishes...After finding that he would do absolutely anything for her, the plans for the death of Circe came into play.
[place of birth:New Orleans
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Jason
Yennie
DeerPrince
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Shagranoz
One Thousand Club
WIP
Name: Camille Robideaux
Age: 22 (270)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi
Species: Witch
Coven: Mador
Rank: Sister
Special Power: Aquatic Self-transmutation. Camille can turn her body into living water, enabling her to flow around seemingly impossible obstacles or observe someone inconspicuously as a puddle.
Appearance: Camille is a tall, lanky girl with brown hair and brown eyes. She doesn't wear anything flamboyant, preferring drably colored dresses.
Personality; Camille is calculating and ambitious. The only thing she truly cares about is power, be it in the coven or in raw magic. She doesn't have much in the way of hobbies, save for devouring every tome she can get her hands on.
History: Camille is old, even by witch standards. She grew up in New Orleans, and remembers her father joining up to fight the redcoats in the Seven Years War. He never came back.
Her mother Marie, a powerful witch, taught her everything she knew. Potions, water magic, enchanting- Camille was recognized as an expert in many fields of magic. When she joined the Mador Coven, they knew they had gained a talented sorceress.
She studied at the Mador for several centuries, furthering her powers. Two weeks ago, Marie died in a car accident, and Camille inherited her possessions, including her spellbook. A mere glance revealed a startling truthL Marie had been secretly delving into black and forbidden magic. Camille could see her road to greatness unfold before her, though she's yet to actually cast a forbidden spell herself. It takes a lot of research to make sure you've got everything right, after all, and the cosmos gives a harsh punishment for failure.
Name: Camille Robideaux
Age: 22 (270)
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi
Species: Witch
Coven: Mador
Rank: Sister
Special Power: Aquatic Self-transmutation. Camille can turn her body into living water, enabling her to flow around seemingly impossible obstacles or observe someone inconspicuously as a puddle.
Appearance: Camille is a tall, lanky girl with brown hair and brown eyes. She doesn't wear anything flamboyant, preferring drably colored dresses.
Personality; Camille is calculating and ambitious. The only thing she truly cares about is power, be it in the coven or in raw magic. She doesn't have much in the way of hobbies, save for devouring every tome she can get her hands on.
History: Camille is old, even by witch standards. She grew up in New Orleans, and remembers her father joining up to fight the redcoats in the Seven Years War. He never came back.
Her mother Marie, a powerful witch, taught her everything she knew. Potions, water magic, enchanting- Camille was recognized as an expert in many fields of magic. When she joined the Mador Coven, they knew they had gained a talented sorceress.
She studied at the Mador for several centuries, furthering her powers. Two weeks ago, Marie died in a car accident, and Camille inherited her possessions, including her spellbook. A mere glance revealed a startling truthL Marie had been secretly delving into black and forbidden magic. Camille could see her road to greatness unfold before her, though she's yet to actually cast a forbidden spell herself. It takes a lot of research to make sure you've got everything right, after all, and the cosmos gives a harsh punishment for failure.
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Tarmagon
Murphy was an optimist.
Jasper Tiegs 
- Aliases
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JT
The Hermit of the Hills
The Alchemist
The Unseen
(Many other names over the years, most of which he has forgotten)
- The Ordinary
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Age : 398 (appears 28)
Date of birth : March 13, 1619
Gender : Male
Sexuality That information must be earned
- The Extraordinary
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Species : Witch
Elemental Affinity : Earth
Special Power : Internalized Power - Unless he actively chooses to reveal his nature, or is caught in the act of casting, Jasper is not immediately recognizable to other witches as a witch.
Coven : Jasper is not currently an active member of any Coven.
Rank : Not applicable.
- The Physical
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Jasper is fairly tall considering when he was born, standing six foot, two inches tall. His hair, which he currently keeps cut short, is a dirty blonde to match his chosen appearance for this 'lifetime'. He changes his appearance every few decades to avoid notice by humanity at large. The only things that don't change are his grey eyes, and his lean, well toned frame.
- The Non-Physical
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Jasper has lived a long time, and has seen the best and worst of humanity. This makes him seem, a bit distant sometimes, which when coupled with his apparent physical age, makes him come across as something of a jerk. He doesn't mince words, letting people know exactly what he thinks, not what he thinks they want to hear. While he IS capable of lying, he avoids it if at all possible, except for the 'social white lies'. He may refuse to answer, but unless a life is at stake, he will not lie.
- Things that make him tick
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Jasper enjoys learning, and practicing his Craft, whether it be crafting Trinkets or Potions. He loves the night, especially if there is a storm brewing. Surprisingly, he also enjoys modern firearms, spending many hours on the range with them. He also values honesty and honoring one's word.
Jasper despises dishonesty, and politics. He also has a strong aversion to crowded places, though he can overcome it for a while. He has no patience with arrogance.
- The Positive
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Patience, perseverance, attention to detail, and loyalty.
- The Negative
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Volcanic temper once his patience is exhausted, tendency to be a 'loner', and if he feels wronged or betrayed by someone, he will carry a grudge until it dies, then have it stuffed and put it on his mantle.
- Where he came into the world
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Germany
- How he arrived at today
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Jasper, that is how he thinks of himself currently, was born in Germany just after the start of what was to be called 'The 30 years War'. The son of a blacksmith, he managed to survive being in the middle of a violent religious upheaval thanks to his mother. Unlike those engaged in battle to see if Catholicism or Protestantism would reign, she was a quiet follower of the Old Ways, and recognized the Gift in her child at an early age. While his father taught him the craft of smithing, his mother taught Jasper to hide his meager powers. Unfortunately, the appetite of the war needed sating, and just after Jasper turned 12, it gorged upon their little village. The adults were slain, and the children taken to be raised as 'good Catholics'. Before they could be taken to their new keepers, Jasper managed to open the lock on the wagon transporting the children, allowing them to flee into the forest. Fortunately for Jasper came across another refugee in the woods, a witch fleeing from the Wurzburg witch trials. Mia was an actual witch, unlike most of the victims, and had used her abilities to make a hasty exit. She and Jasper fled into the hills, eventually making their way clear, settling in the mountains. For the next century, Jasper was at peace. Mia helped him learn the limits of his powers, which were quite modest, but she also helped him come up with a way around his lack of power, Trinkets. Jasper found that he could imbue specially constructed items with small amounts of power over long periods of time, then release it all at once. He also learned everything Mia could teach him about crafting potions, but this time too was to come to an end. In the mid-1700's yet another war decided that it had to be fed, and Mia went the way of Jasper's parents. Gathering his resources, Jasper moved to England, trying to get away from the conflicts. England proved to be, less that Jasper hoped, so he set his sights on yet another land. By 1800 he had made his way to the recently formed United States. Despite the continual seeming conflicts, this new land was large enough that Jasper could fade into the background, and he did just that, avoiding human politics and wars, and as the witch population began to grow, avoiding the forming Covens as well. It was only recently that rumors about an herbalist skilled in Old Ways forced Jasper out of his hiding. He was actively recruited by a Coven, and after seeing the promise and skill of one of the younger members, he broke his own rules about not getting involved. That foray into the world of his brethren resulted in the disbanding of the Coven of the White Oak, those that survived, and Jasper's departure from the East Coast. Somehow, his travels found him stopping for a while in New Orleans. Maybe there was something new to learn?
- A snippet from another tale
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K'ylenthar stared at the slight female in perplexity, his initial outrage fading. She attempted to stand, only to collapse to the floor. Her hand left a bloody trail as she scrambled away from him, grabbing up an empty bottle which she brandished as though it were a dagger.
"W-What the fuck..."
Again that odd phrase. Perhaps it was meant to be an invocation of some sort. If so, it was nothing he had ever heard before.
"If this isn't a dream then I've mentally snapped. Or, maybe you're some crazy person dressed up in some freaky costume. Either way! Get the hell out of my apartment!" she practically shrieked at him as she nudged at her fallen companion with one foot. What in the netherworld?
It struck K'ylenthar like a stun spell. Besotted. They were both besotted with drink. Looking away from the females, his gaze took in the empty bottles arrayed about the room like fallen soldiers. Somehow, through a drunken haze, this one had managed to complete a spell it took a Master of the Arte to cast. And how had she gotten his name? He had never spoken it in its entirety in any of his visits to this world. A book at the edge of the circle caught K'ylenthar's eye, and he bent to examine it, ignoring the females demands. There, the spell. There the name of the one to be summoned. It was not HIS name, but in the throes of drink, it was just possible that...
K'ylenthar burst out laughing. It was a strange mix of bitter and resigned, that laughter. As he went to his knees in mirth, he let the battle form recede. He became shorter, his wings and horns reabsorbing into his body as his skin lightened and took on a more normal texture. His blonde hair flowed down his back in a cascade, he really should have cut it centuries ago, but there was never time. In moments, a form fairly indistinguishable from the humans of this world knelt in the circle, braying with laughter. It took nearly a minute, but finally he regained enough control to speak.
"Is that the boon you have summoned me across the Veil to grant?" he asked between his fading chuckles. "If that is indeed the case, what do you offer me in return?"
Shagranoz
One Thousand Club
Name: Elizabeth Mitchell
Alias: Lizzie
Age: 170 (was 12 when she died)
Birthday: January 17
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Asexual, heteroromantic
Species: Witch Ghost
Coven: Ignis
Rank: Sister
Special Power: Object Possession. As a ghost, Lizzie can spiritually enter large, inanimate objects and possess them, essentially bringing them to life under her control.
Personality: Lizzie is a quiet, shy girl. Maybe it's the fact that she still feels uncomfortable in modern times, or feels different from the living, but she just doesn't like talking to people. She also doesn't do as much in the coven, due to her difficulties in interacting with material objects. That said, over the years, she has amassed a formidable knowledge of magic, making her quite the sorceress.
History: Lizzie is a 19th-century girl stuck in the 21st century. Her father was a small shopkeeper in antebellum New Orleans, and her mother kept house for the small family. When she was 12, a stray spark from a lantern struck the family's wooden roof, and it soon erupted into a blaze. By the time the flames woke her up, it was far too late. Her last minutes as flesh were spent in agony as she choked on soot and her body caught fire.
A voice boomed out to her, "Stay, or go. I care not either way. Beware, you will not be offered this choice again." Was it God? The Grim Reaper? Someone else? To this day, Lizzie is unsure, but she chose to stay. She woke up, hovering over her own body. After a few seconds of freaking out, she realized she was a ghost, but there was a problem.
It seemed that the living couldn't see ghosts. She tried everything to get attention, but it all failed miserably. Eventually, she came across a wandering warlock named Thomas, who told her that only witches could become ghosts, as well as the only ones who could see them under normal circumstances. He taught her enough to get her accepted into the Ignis Coven, where she has stayed ever since.
Other: Due to the circumstances of her demise, Lizzie is terrified of fire. Ironic for an Ignis member, no?
Bellz
Straight Judgin'
Circe Aileen Kismet
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name: Circe Aileen Kismet
age: 26 (248)
date of birth: March 2nd 1768
gender: female
sexuality: Bi
species: Witch
special power: Lunar Manipulation
coven: Aeris
rank: Previous High Priestess
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name: Circe Aileen Kismet
age: 26 (248)
date of birth: March 2nd 1768
gender: female
sexuality: Bi
species: Witch
special power: Lunar Manipulation
coven: Aeris
rank: Previous High Priestess
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Shagranoz
One Thousand Club
Name: Jenny Green
Age: 19
Birthday: August 5th
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Species: Witch
Coven: Terra
Rank: Initiate
Special Power: Shapechanging- Jenny can change into any nonmagical animal she has previously seen. While transformed, she still has telepathic communication with other witches. Currently, she has access to a litany of dogs, cats, and songbirds, as well as an alligator and a tiger for when things get desperate.
Personality: Jenny prefers to live life slow. She's the kind of girl who would rather read than go out shopping or playing with the boys. If she has a hobby, it's cooking- she can make all sorts of dishes. In short, she's rather feminine.
History: Jenny was six when she found out about her powers. She was out playing with her golden retriever Becky, and idly wondered what it would be like to be a dog. Within seconds, she found herself with four legs and fur. Managing to change back, she decided to experiment with her gifts and found that seeing the creature was the trigger for a new form.
For years, she didn't know where her powers came from, until a visit to The Bubbling Cauldron revealed the truth. She declared her intention to join the Terra Coven a month ago, but has yet to be confirmed as a full-fledged member.
