Caroline Wolfensohn
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Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 15
Physical Description: Caroline is a thinly built male, with quite long, silky brown hair that accents his green gaze. His features are thin somewhat, though he does feature a bit of toning to himself. Below his eyebrows and hair, there doesn't seem to be another hair on his body; proving how well he takes care of himself.
Clothes and Equipment: Caroline has a wide variety of clothing but he seems to rarely differ in appearance. His equipment would seem to be a large amount of all things witchery.
Player's online availability : depends.
Registered: Nov 1, 2017 11:26:25 GMT -8
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Post by Caroline Wolfensohn on Nov 1, 2017 16:08:48 GMT -8
Caroline kept his focus on one of the ancient tomes that had been assigned to him to study closely, he was expected to read through all of it and remember it's contents closely for whatever test his 'teachers' would give him in the near future.
Ever since his enrollment, Caroline kept to himself mostly -- maybe it was because of his deep secret, he lied to the witches ever since he first met them. He wasn't a girl, he was actually a boy but they didn't know that -- yet. Caroline did his best to conceal his secret and biggest fear, however.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2017 16:09:03 GMT -8
"Wilma!" Winnie said, adorably outraged. Still, Wilma's dead-panned tone broke through her anger as the young girl gave solid advice to Roseanne.
However, Winnie sniffed and brushed at invisible dirt at her sleeve. "That was exactly what I was going to say before you so rudely spooked in, Wilma," she said with emphasis.
She let go of Roseanne's shoulders and stepped out of the circle again, turning around to look at Roseanne. "Now, do as I would have suggested, and think of your happiest thought, Roxanne," Winnie said, acting like Wilma's advice was truly all her own.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2017 16:20:17 GMT -8
Pop! The candy Wisteria was chewing on made a small bursting sound as she sat with her friends in the study of Castle Loxnighton. Her friends were chattering quietly near her as they all studied for their upcoming transfiguration exams, but her pretty pink eyes was on the new girl, studying alone in the corner. Who was she? Wisteria got up from her seat and waved a hand at her friends to keep talking as the redhead made her way over to Caroline Wolfensohn's side. She gave her the sparkliest of smiles. " Hi. What are you studying?" Wisteria asked, and promptly sat down beside the shy girl, her gaze direct.
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Caroline Wolfensohn
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 15
Physical Description: Caroline is a thinly built male, with quite long, silky brown hair that accents his green gaze. His features are thin somewhat, though he does feature a bit of toning to himself. Below his eyebrows and hair, there doesn't seem to be another hair on his body; proving how well he takes care of himself.
Clothes and Equipment: Caroline has a wide variety of clothing but he seems to rarely differ in appearance. His equipment would seem to be a large amount of all things witchery.
Player's online availability : depends.
Registered: Nov 1, 2017 11:26:25 GMT -8
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Post by Caroline Wolfensohn on Nov 1, 2017 16:43:27 GMT -8
Caroline raised his hand to brush some of his hair back, extending the tome slightly so that the Witch can see it's ancient, forbidden texts. The chapter he was currently on was about potions and the constant danger of making and using them. By his current gaze, he didn't seem interested at all so far. "Just... this stuff." His voice was quiet, calm and soothing and feminine in nature.
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Roseanne Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 11
Registered: Jul 25, 2017 20:32:00 GMT -8
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Post by Roseanne Fletcher on Nov 1, 2017 17:20:27 GMT -8
Roseanne glanced back and forth at the exchange between the two witches, wondering what they could possibly be going on about. There they were, snipping and snapping at each other like her mother used to with her various boyfriends. Here she was, just standing in the middle of a pentagram like a forgotten hotcake, slowly growing stale. However, the witches soon returned their attention to her, and she thought hard. What was her happiest memory, anyway? She didn't have a whole lot. Perhaps the time she found a basket of kittens at her doorstep, before her mother had made her put them back outside. Or maybe the time she'd baked a nice cake and had eaten it all by herself. Perhaps it had been when she'd first seen Ingeharde, such a sweet little magic rabbit. All of a sudden, a thought came to her: her last birthday, when she'd sat outside and eaten cookies underneath an apple tree. Everything had been so perfect that day, down to the tiniest detail. The weather had been nice and warm, the grass had been soft, and the tree had seemed to fit her perfectly, making her feel safe and secure. She'd loved that tree, and everything about it. It had always seemed to have a bright, juicy apple waiting for her whenever she'd walked past.
Meanwhile, in the pentagram, a green candle began to burn brighter.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2017 17:23:44 GMT -8
She leaned forward, the scent of her namesake flower on her skin and her hair as the redgold strands swayed beneath the brim of her flower-decorated hat. Her curious pink eyes took in the old scripture Caroline Wolfensohn was reading, and then those pretty eyes rolled. " Ugh, so those old witch tales," she said with just the right amount of emphasis. She tossed a lock of hair over her shoulder before settling her elbow on the table and leaning her feminine chin on her hand. " I sweat, they must have been idiots back then to have to write all those warnings, because -- duh, if you're going to mix wormsworth with mugroot, you're just asking for trouble." " Are you in Witch Natalia's class? She's the only witch that would actually quiz you on warnings."
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Caroline Wolfensohn
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 15
Physical Description: Caroline is a thinly built male, with quite long, silky brown hair that accents his green gaze. His features are thin somewhat, though he does feature a bit of toning to himself. Below his eyebrows and hair, there doesn't seem to be another hair on his body; proving how well he takes care of himself.
Clothes and Equipment: Caroline has a wide variety of clothing but he seems to rarely differ in appearance. His equipment would seem to be a large amount of all things witchery.
Player's online availability : depends.
Registered: Nov 1, 2017 11:26:25 GMT -8
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Post by Caroline Wolfensohn on Nov 1, 2017 17:45:46 GMT -8
Caroline gave off a sweet scent as well. It seemed like fine lady's perfume and the amount applied to his body wasn't too much, but not a small amount -- about perfect. In order to soothe his constant anxiety and fear, he began to soothe himself by thinking of gentle, positive thoughts as the witch rambled about the contents of the tome. He hadn't been this close to a proper witch, well he hoped she was a 'proper' witch in his terms. Not a teacher that was basically forced to deal with him, not a caregiver, an actual witch that had mastered all there was too learn for her. Thankfully he had heard her question whilst he was thinking to himself. " Yeah -- I mean, yes. " He promptly cleared his throat before correcting his poor choice of words.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2017 19:40:17 GMT -8
Wisteria's smile was sparkling. "You are so adorable, so shy," she laughed and pat Caroline's hand, then immediately tossed her hair again. "I'm Wisteria, by the way. Wisteria Spidermist. You've probably heard of me," she said confidently to Caroline.
"What's your name?" Wisteria seemed to genuine, so approachable, so nice.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2017 19:43:48 GMT -8
When Winnie saw Roseanne Fletcher's concentration, she clapped her hands together and waited on bouncing toes for her to make a candle light. When it did -- the verdant green one blazing its odd emerald light sparkling -- Winnie began to clap in earnest. " Well done, Ramona!" Winnie said, and Ingeharde hopped out from under the table. " You're an herbologist witch, just like Wendy. Oh, that's wonderful. I knew you weren't so useless after all."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2017 19:45:06 GMT -8
The green candle lit, and Wilma sighed a sigh that was as forlorn as a mourner at a funeral.
Then again, it was entirely plausible that that was simply Wilma's default setting.
"shame. i was hoping you would be a necromancer so i wouldn't be stuck with her."
"Her", of course, was @winnie.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2017 19:48:10 GMT -8
Winnie bent over to scoop Ingeharde up in her arms and rubbed her nose with Ingeharde's for a moment, trying her best to ignore the black-haired, younger witch in their midst.
"Oh, Wilma, can't you take your gloomy sadness elsewhere?" Winnie asked, cuddling her familiar to her chest as she moved forward to break the pentagram and blow out the candle, then reached for Roseanne's hand. "Ramona and I need to get her fitted with her dress, her robes, her hat, her broom, her familiar, and her books so we're too busy for your doom."
Winnie turned her pretty blue eyes onto Roseanne. "Isn't that right?"
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Caroline Wolfensohn
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 15
Physical Description: Caroline is a thinly built male, with quite long, silky brown hair that accents his green gaze. His features are thin somewhat, though he does feature a bit of toning to himself. Below his eyebrows and hair, there doesn't seem to be another hair on his body; proving how well he takes care of himself.
Clothes and Equipment: Caroline has a wide variety of clothing but he seems to rarely differ in appearance. His equipment would seem to be a large amount of all things witchery.
Player's online availability : depends.
Registered: Nov 1, 2017 11:26:25 GMT -8
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Post by Caroline Wolfensohn on Nov 4, 2017 21:48:12 GMT -8
" ...Caroline. " He had said after a minute of silence from him. It seemed as if the laughter and patting of his hand got him nervous/flustered, and her choice of words weren't helping either. His hands slowly pressed against the book to close it gently, his head turning to face Wisteria.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2017 23:24:05 GMT -8
"Caroline is such a cute name," Wisteria said, watching the shy girl. Her head tilted a little, strawberry blonde hair floating off of her shoulders as her pink eyes studied Caroline's face.
She smiled another smile, then crossed her legs and got comfortable, propping her feminine chin in her hand as she put her elbows on the table. "So tell me more about you, Caroline. You're probably so impressed with Loxnighton. No offense, but it seems like you come from poor humans."
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Caroline Wolfensohn
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 15
Physical Description: Caroline is a thinly built male, with quite long, silky brown hair that accents his green gaze. His features are thin somewhat, though he does feature a bit of toning to himself. Below his eyebrows and hair, there doesn't seem to be another hair on his body; proving how well he takes care of himself.
Clothes and Equipment: Caroline has a wide variety of clothing but he seems to rarely differ in appearance. His equipment would seem to be a large amount of all things witchery.
Player's online availability : depends.
Registered: Nov 1, 2017 11:26:25 GMT -8
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Post by Caroline Wolfensohn on Nov 5, 2017 17:45:08 GMT -8
"It doesn't impress me, at all -- really. N-No offense." He actually seemed offended by basically being called poor, judging by his sudden change in his tone of voice. He also got comfortable as well, sitting up and crossing his legs as well.
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Fenrir Skargard
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 196
Age: 29
Physical Description: Fenrir is a large Arctic Werewolf, with fur as white as the snow that plagues his habitat. His paws and muzzle are stained a slight pinkish color from the bloody nature of his food, primarily Caribou and Mountain Seal. His yellow eyes are predatory, and would be terrifying to see in the darkness of a cave or blizzard. He stands roughly 7ft tall, and weighs nearly 300lbs. His fur, claws, and teeth are immaculately well-maintained, as the Wolf believes that keeping oneself clean is foremost in respecting another, for if you do not respect yourself, you cannot respect others.
Clothes and Equipment: He wields the mighty sword White Fang, a Frost-Enchanted Sword he took from the lifeless corpse of a White Witch whom had promised him the sword, then tried to kill him with. The sword, imbued with the blood of the witch, gives him abilities similar to hers, mainly focusing on cold and frost related abilities. His legs are covered by plate armor, and his left arm is covered in a gauntlet with fingers ending in wicked looking claws. The gauntlet is inscribed with more Frost Runes, giving it similar, albeit less powerful, abilities to White Fang.
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Nov 6, 2017 5:33:20 GMT -8
"You don't want me here? That much was made evident by the poor sham of those conjured beings at the foot of the bridge. The people you should be worried about won't be stopped by those things. And I have no issue getting my own food."
A weary look to his eyes replaced a bit of the hostility as he looked over the castle.
"I have journeyed far to come here, to seek some of the wisdom they say can be found by the divinings of the witches here. I can pay for these services, either with coin or in deed."
Her physical appearance did not appear to have a discernible effect on the wolf, a bit of contempt perhaps that he suppressed internally at the soft life they had led.
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Roseanne Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 15
Age: 11
Registered: Jul 25, 2017 20:32:00 GMT -8
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Post by Roseanne Fletcher on Nov 6, 2017 15:14:08 GMT -8
Roseanne beamed at Winnie's praise. It felt nice, finally being told that she wasn't useless after all. If Winnie was going to be this nice to her all the time, she could call her whatever she wanted! After all, Ramona was a nice name. She was sure that she'd have plenty of opportunity to correct the witch later, but for now, she had to go get fitted. She stepped out of the pentagram to follow Winnie, smiling all the while.
"A herbology witch? What does that mean? Do I get a magic hat, or just a regular hat? Did you say a familiar? What sort of familiar do I get? I do so love cute animals. Familiars are cute, right? I've never been fond of toads. Don't they give you warts? That's what my mother said, anyway. She didn't like animals much at all, unless they were roasted and served. Where do you keep them all? What sorts do you have?"
The questions spilled from her mouth like an overturned bucket, and not even Wilma's gloomy demeanor could dampen her mood. After all, she was about to become a witch and learn magic! What wasn't there to love?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2017 12:14:55 GMT -8
No offense, she had said, and obviously, Wisteria was offended. She scoffed and sat up, crossing her arms beneath her breasts and turning in her seat so she was more appropriately facing Caroline Wolfensohn. " Been to more impressive places, have you?" Wisteria asked, her pretty pink eyes now edged with razor blades as she traced them down Caroline, openly judging everything about her -- her hair, her eyes, her clothes, her awkward demeanor. " So why are you even at Loxnighton, then? Someone like you looks like you belong at Barkbottom's, or worse." Uh oh, Caroliiiine~
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2017 12:18:12 GMT -8
As suddenly as Wilma had appeared, Wilma was gone, ghosting away as if she had never been.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2017 12:33:03 GMT -8
She blinked at Fenrir Skargard. And then blinked again. There she stood, golden blonde, honey sweet, beautiful pink, and he... ... couldn't care less? But curiosity began to take Wyllonia over and she stepped forward, her gown swaying around her. Honestly, she looked like a princess with a witch's hat fashioned to perfectly match her ensemble. " How... how did you hear about Castle Loxnighton? Who told you of the witches here?" Her tone was not as sweetly polite as before, although its warm and welcoming nature was still in tact. It would be very difficult to truly dislike Wyllonia -- soft as she was, it appeared that she had a kind and courageous heart.
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Caroline Wolfensohn
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: 15
Physical Description: Caroline is a thinly built male, with quite long, silky brown hair that accents his green gaze. His features are thin somewhat, though he does feature a bit of toning to himself. Below his eyebrows and hair, there doesn't seem to be another hair on his body; proving how well he takes care of himself.
Clothes and Equipment: Caroline has a wide variety of clothing but he seems to rarely differ in appearance. His equipment would seem to be a large amount of all things witchery.
Player's online availability : depends.
Registered: Nov 1, 2017 11:26:25 GMT -8
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Post by Caroline Wolfensohn on Nov 8, 2017 17:39:50 GMT -8
Caroline didn't even offer an eye to Wisteria, his focus remaining on the ancient tome. His delicate, pale hands flipped through pages whenever he was done reading them and instead of a blank, neutral expression that formed his 'shy' stature, a widely grin, smug smile formed on his face instead. "Why are you so mad all of a sudden?"
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