Belladonna, The Poison Witch
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Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 150(ish), However looks to be in her 30s
Physical Description: Stands at 5ft10. Belladonna has waist length, pin straight black hair that is cut evenly, and low blunt bangs help frame her heart shaped face. She has a cream colored skin tone made natural by a rosiness in her cheeks. Her eyes are silvery with a hint of blue in them. Her lips are painted a dark red. Her nails are kept a bit long and groomed into rounded pointed tips and painted a similar color as her lips.
Clothes and Equipment: Belladonna's clothing is subject to change, but she holds a preference for dark moody colors. Fir green, Burgundy, Merlot, dark purples and of course black all fit into her usual color scheme. She dresses conservatively, nearly always wearing long loose sleeves and a high collar. All dress skirts are ankle length, unless she chooses to wear pants (Usually during travel). Her most common item is her black hooded cape with the lunar cycle embroidered on it.
In terms of equipment, Belladonna travels light. An old, twisted willow wood staff cradling a crystal ball is generally used as a walking stick, though it also carries magical properties. On her waist, she wears a Utility belt. The right side, a pocket book hangs, while on the left, vials of potions are at the ready. (1 accelerated healing, 1 poison vial, 1 rejuvenating potion). the belt also has an empty pouch where ingredients may be stored when found and cultivated.
Player's online availability : Daily
Registered: Oct 26, 2017 19:04:36 GMT -8
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Post by Belladonna, The Poison Witch on Nov 8, 2017 18:26:45 GMT -8
Among the clouds, a dark figure rode through the sky right towards Castle Loxnighton. It was none other than Belladonna Atropa herself, riding on her famously crooked broom. It had been years since she had visited her old school, but as of late, she had been requested to attend as a teacher of all things. It had been quite ironic considering how much she was a trouble maker for the staff back then!
Bella held onto her black hat decorated with holly berries and Deadly nightshade flowers. Normally she didn't wear it, but here uniform was uniform. She wore a green gloomy coat over a long black dress, Her hair was left to flow free in the wind. Naturally, her makeup was dark and mysterious, which played along with her mischievous expression. There was a bleat from a kennel that was hanging on the end of her broom. "I know, I know, Snowflake, we're almost there." She soothed. She could see the castle, and... some strangers on the drawbridge.
Belladonna swooped down towards them, only slowing down once she was near. "I stop coming around for 75 years, and I come back to see there is a problem?" the witch joked, crossing her legs while seated on her hovering broom.
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Fenrir Skargard
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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 12, 2017 7:45:00 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. "I have my methods, you are not the only ones capable of communicating with the wild beasts, and I suspect they trust me a bit more." Only partially true, he had ascertained the exact location of the castle from a pack of wolves in the area. "I had expected a bit more...well, creepy witches I guess, so that's a bit of a surprise. If you guys aren't capable of helping me, then I will gladly leave."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2017 7:25:32 GMT -8
She scoffed. Scoffed! And flicked her pretty redgold hair over her shoulder. "I'm not mad," she informed Caroline Wolfensohn, standing up from where she was seated. "But I guess I should have known that trash like you wouldn't appreciate what Loxnighton is," Wisteria said, pretty pink eyes a lot more ugly now as she stared at Caroline with the type of hatred that only teenage girls seemed to be able to conquer. "Good luck on your test," she said viciously as she moved away. "Don't choke on all your warning labels~" Wisteria sing-songed before she joined her group of popular girls at Castle Loxnighton. They all immediately began to talk, and although it was a 'whisper', it was still very obvious that they were discussing Caroline, and Wisteria was undoubtedly using a little hyperbole in regards to the quiet new girl.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2017 7:31:07 GMT -8
A beautifully sculpted dark blonde brow perked beneath the rosy brim of her fashionable witch's hat at Fenrir Skargard's chosen words. "Guys...?" She asked, as if it had been so long since she'd been around more than one male that she'd forgotten their slang and their multiple identifier. Of course, as she questioned, beautiful Belladonna, The Poison Witch came sweeping down on her broom to where Wyllonia stood with Fenrir on the drawbridge leading to the foreboding Castle Loxnighton. Wyllonia's bonny blue gaze swept from the wolfman to the brunette witch, and Wyllonia's smile was sparkling. "Belladonna, how wonderful to see you," Wyllonia said with heartfelt warmth. "I was just about to bring our guest into Castle Loxnighton," she said, speaking of Fenrir. It seemed the wolfman was going to get his wish. "This is Belladonna, one of our esteemed alumni of Loxnighton," Wyllonia introduced them. "And this is Fenrir Skarsgard," the beautiful blonde went on to say, even though she'd not been given his name at all. Creepy, perhaps. Or maybe even just a hint of the power of the Moon Mother and Headmistress of Castle Loxnighton Coven?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 15, 2017 12:29:55 GMT -8
" The more you speak about your mother, the more I'm convinced that she was a terrible person," Winnie said in her light and airy voice, taking her arm from around Roseanne Fletcher to lead the girl deeper into Loxnighton. They left the velvet room with the candles behind and began to walk the hallways. Everything was furbished beautifully, if a little... morbid. There were many skeletons on display, pristinely kept, of all manner of creatures. Some shelves had things in jars, but the jars were lovely -- almost like overly large perfume bottles that just happened to house dead items and... limbs of items. Although everything was dusted, spiderwebs were allowed to remain, and it seemed that candles were the main source of light -- although they shined as brightly as any torch. The paintings on the walls were all classical, and every single one of them depicted some sort of nightmarish event that was obviously fondly treasured by the witches of Castle Loxnighton. Winnie was chatting as they walked, her darling dress swaying about her and her blonde curls bouncing as she turned her head this way and that. Ingeharde hip-hopped after her as they traversed the carpet that ran the length of the stone floor. " You'll be given an acolytes hat, of course, which is meant to help you in remembering spells and enchantments. Other hats, like mine, usually become more enchanted and in tune with the witch and work as locators, in a sense, for the Coven. That's not all they do of course, but it is imperative that you never lose your hat, your broomstick, or your grimoire. Hurry, hurry, Roxana, you're falling behind." They mounted a large staircase where a group of chatting girls were going down as they were going up. They glanced at Roseanne and giggled amongst themselves, the girls near-ish Roseanne in age and all with their own witchy outfits and familiars. " You'll begin with charms and potions and managements of spells, most probably," Winnie said with a flick of her hand as they turned on the landing to go down the Eastern corridor. " You're very behind the other students, so you'll most likely be sharing a class with girls half your age. As an herbology witch, you'll also be expected to take extended classes in the Gardenia room, but please be careful of the tangleweed. It suffocated the last girl to get so close, and she was so promising," Winnie ended on a sigh. She opened a door and stepped in, calling out-- " Espersiwina!" The room was too tall to be true, and yet, it was covered in hat boxes of all kinds, all the way to the four story roof, with a ladder that zig-zagged and bent which ever way it was supposed to go. A tall window that looked outside showed a snowy landscape -- not the one that was currently outside Loxnighton. " Oh, oh, oh, Miss Winnie, you do know -- you know how I hate when you saw the whole name, such a dreadful name, oh," said the voice of a slender, breezy woman that came out from behind a pile of boxes. There were pins in her messy hair, and she wore large glasses on her little nose. Her hair was orange, and her eyes focused on Roseanne as she offered a watery smile. " Call me Esper, please. Esper is much nicer. Less morbid, I think." " Nonsense," Winnie said as she pushed Roseanne forward. " Our latest recruit, Rebecca Barber!" Winnie presented her.
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Belladonna, The Poison Witch
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Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 150(ish), However looks to be in her 30s
Physical Description: Stands at 5ft10. Belladonna has waist length, pin straight black hair that is cut evenly, and low blunt bangs help frame her heart shaped face. She has a cream colored skin tone made natural by a rosiness in her cheeks. Her eyes are silvery with a hint of blue in them. Her lips are painted a dark red. Her nails are kept a bit long and groomed into rounded pointed tips and painted a similar color as her lips.
Clothes and Equipment: Belladonna's clothing is subject to change, but she holds a preference for dark moody colors. Fir green, Burgundy, Merlot, dark purples and of course black all fit into her usual color scheme. She dresses conservatively, nearly always wearing long loose sleeves and a high collar. All dress skirts are ankle length, unless she chooses to wear pants (Usually during travel). Her most common item is her black hooded cape with the lunar cycle embroidered on it.
In terms of equipment, Belladonna travels light. An old, twisted willow wood staff cradling a crystal ball is generally used as a walking stick, though it also carries magical properties. On her waist, she wears a Utility belt. The right side, a pocket book hangs, while on the left, vials of potions are at the ready. (1 accelerated healing, 1 poison vial, 1 rejuvenating potion). the belt also has an empty pouch where ingredients may be stored when found and cultivated.
Player's online availability : Daily
Registered: Oct 26, 2017 19:04:36 GMT -8
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Post by Belladonna, The Poison Witch on Nov 16, 2017 17:56:58 GMT -8
"A guest? Or a 'guest' ?" Belladonna raised an eyebrow, her dark lips framing a grin. While having male guests wasn't necessarily unheard of, it was a bit rare. "Sounds like things have changed around here, but we'll have to catch up inside. I have a familiar who would love to stretch his legs and chew the tablecloths!" she joked. Snowflake would likely eat the table cloths if left unattended, but she hoped to have him settled in before that could happen.
The poison witch turned to Fenrir and gave him a flirty wave with her fingers. "Watch your step~" she warned and the broom would take off once again, continuing it's journey towards the castle.
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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 19, 2017 18:40:38 GMT -8
Roxana? That was her aunt's name, wasn't it? Still, Roseanne was unable to correct Winnie, as she was almost out of breath from trying to catch up with her. How could she move so quickly, bouncing and sashaying like she did? Perhaps it was magic...or perhaps Winnie was just a very energetic sort of person. She hurried along, doing her best to follow the swishing skirts and bouncing curls as she listened to what Winnie had to say. The hat was important, she shouldn't lose it, she'd be sharing classes with younger girls...that shouldn't be too bad, as she was rather small for her age anyways. She heard Winnie say something about a tangleweed, but it was so difficult to pay attention when she was doing all she could to keep up...oh well, it probably wasn't important. When they finally reached the hat-room, she gasped for breath before looking up at the kindly witch in charge. She wanted to tell the woman that her name wasn't Rebecca Barber at all...but it would be awfully rude to contradict Winnie right after she'd been so kind as to introduce her.
"Er...hello, Ms. Esper. It's nice to meet you. Is...is this where I'll be getting a hat? Miss Winnie told me not to lose it. What happens if you lose a hat? I won't of course. I don't lose things. My mother was very particular about losing things, she'd get awfully mad if even a spoon was misplaced. One time she locked me in a cupboard for two days because I lost one of her rings, and only let me out after she found out that a magpie had taken it. It wasn't very nice, there were cobwebs and rats."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2017 9:31:44 GMT -8
"Er... hello, Ms. Esper. It's nice to meet you. Is... is this where I'll be getting a hat? Miss Winnie told me not to lose it. What happens if you lose a hat? I won't of course. I don't lose things. My mother was very particular about losing things, and she'd get awfully mad if even a spoon was misplace. One time she locked--"
"Oh, but my, my, she talks so much for such a small thing," Esper said on her breezy voice as @winnie took a seat and conjured a cup of tea, Ingeharde in her lap. Esper reached out to Rebecca and laid her ghostly hands on her shoulders, gently steering her toward a spot where pale sunlight filtered through the taaaaall window.
"Why oh why do you talk so much, dear?" Esper asked, adjusting her thick glasses as she peered at Roseanne and held out her hand to her desk. A mouse -- for it was surely a mouse, but the size of a hamster, more like -- tutted over to Esper's hand, trailing a tailor's tape that he placed in her pale fingers.
She promptly wrapped it around Roseanne's head, then peered at what the tape measure said to her.
"Awfully verbacious, artlessly loquacious," Esper read slowly and then snapped the tailor's tape away, tutting at Roseanne. "Turn around please, little dove."
If Roseanne did turn, she'd find herself looking at upon the snowy landscape outside, and how deeeeep the ravine was that was just beyond the window. Esper was behind her, and now measured from the top of her forehead to the nape of her neck.
"Hm," she said thoughtfully.
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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.
Registered: May 30, 2016 8:38:38 GMT -8
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Nov 24, 2017 11:02:20 GMT -8
A beautifully sculpted dark blonde brow perked beneath the rosy brim of her fashionable witch's hat at Fenrir Skargard's chosen words. "Guys...?" She asked, as if it had been so long since she'd been around more than one male that she'd forgotten their slang and their multiple identifier. Of course, as she questioned, beautiful Belladonna, The Poison Witch came sweeping down on her broom to where Wyllonia stood with Fenrir on the drawbridge leading to the foreboding Castle Loxnighton. Wyllonia's bonny blue gaze swept from the wolfman to the brunette witch, and Wyllonia's smile was sparkling. "Belladonna, how wonderful to see you," Wyllonia said with heartfelt warmth. "I was just about to bring our guest into Castle Loxnighton," she said, speaking of Fenrir. It seemed the wolfman was going to get his wish. "This is Belladonna, one of our esteemed alumni of Loxnighton," Wyllonia introduced them. "And this is Fenrir Skarsgard," the beautiful blonde went on to say, even though she'd not been given his name at all. Creepy, perhaps. Or maybe even just a hint of the power of the Moon Mother and Headmistress of Castle Loxnighton Coven? The manner of these witches was strange indeed. The flirty nature of the wave was missed by the wolf, nor did he blink at his name already being known. His dealing with the Frost Queen had inured him over time to the....insightfulness of witches. "It had better be guest," he said, without the emphasis, his paw resting on the hilt of the sheathed blade, "I have no desire to be put into a cauldron this day." Fenrir had half a mind to leave and beat the blood out of the fae who had told him of the castle.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2017 17:59:46 GMT -8
Rosamond Fletcher, recorder and contract specialist, was in the foyer of the grand castle when Belladonna, The Poison Witch found her way inside. Ross' raven was on her shoulder, but her hat was not on her silver head, her blue eyes full of wry amusement at the Poison Witch's return. " Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in," she said, crossing her arms beneath her breasts. She wore a very chic and fashionable black coat that was almost a dress of itself. It's collar was wide and flared by the elegant lines of her cheek bones, but it showed off just enough of her decolletage to be feminine. Cinched at her waist and lined with scarlet that flashed at her wrists and down by the hem of the "skirt" of the gown, she wore adorable booties on her feet, and her dark hose had a shimmer to them as if they were strung by glitter. Belladonna had been a few years Rosamond's senior when the other girl had begun, but they knew of each other in a general sense. Then again, everyone seemed to know Belladonna. She was a celebrity among the Sisterhood of the Moon and its witches therein, not just so of Loxnighton. " What's brought you a-calling, Belladonna?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2017 18:06:46 GMT -8
Wyllonia chuckled warmly at Belladonna, The Poison Witch's light teasing with a small shake of her hair, perfect golden hair swaying a little down her back. The brim of her hat -- for all that it was wide and colored a most obvious pink -- did little to shade Wyllonia's face from view. So it was easy to see Wyllonia's continued amusement at Fenrir Skargard's growl. " Oh, of course not," she said to him. " The Sisters stopped that practice months ago." Wyllonia offered a playful wink (and only that, the woman was not flirtatious in the least) and turned. " Come inside. We'll have a nice chat and you can tell me what it is you seek at Loxnighton," the Headmistress and Moon Mother of the Loxnighton Coven spoke to the lupine warrior. She led him into the castle, and then further to her study that was very feminine. There were handsome portaits in the Rococo style, bringing to mind witches of some glorious and opulent age past. Pale pastel colors and creams surrounded them, and all of the furniture seemed dainty and sweet as well. The three lights that seemed to circle around Wyllonia drifted away from her once they were in the study, and the blonde took her hat from her head, putting it on a coatrack that bent to her needs. " Coffee? Tea?" She asked of Fenrir as she swept in, the skirts of her gown whirling about her long legs and glittering every so often. The woman could have been a princess, let alone a witch.
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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 Dec 5, 2017 21:30:15 GMT -8
Roseanne shrugged, holding out her arms to allow Esper to measure her.
"Do I talk a lot? I'm sorry...I'll be quiet if you want. My mother used to talk a lot, it was so hard to get a word in edgewise. The more she talked, the louder she would always get, until she was just yelling at anyone and everyone. I never understood it, but if I talked back I'd get shut in the cupboard, so I stopped. I didn't much like the closet, it had spiders sometimes."
She looked down at the little mouse, wondering how helpful it could be. Was a mouse really that useful for a milliner?
"Hm? What's hm? Is that a good hm? A bad hm? What's the problem? Is there a problem?"
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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.
Registered: May 30, 2016 8:38:38 GMT -8
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Post by Fenrir Skargard on Dec 6, 2017 16:21:34 GMT -8
Wyllonia chuckled warmly at Belladonna, The Poison Witch 's light teasing with a small shake of her hair, perfect golden hair swaying a little down her back. The brim of her hat -- for all that it was wide and colored a most obvious pink -- did little to shade Wyllonia's face from view. So it was easy to see Wyllonia's continued amusement at Fenrir Skargard 's growl. " Oh, of course not," she said to him. " The Sisters stopped that practice months ago." Wyllonia offered a playful wink (and only that, the woman was not flirtatious in the least) and turned. " Come inside. We'll have a nice chat and you can tell me what it is you seek at Loxnighton," the Headmistress and Moon Mother of the Loxnighton Coven spoke to the lupine warrior. She led him into the castle, and then further to her study that was very feminine. There were handsome portaits in the Rococo style, bringing to mind witches of some glorious and opulent age past. Pale pastel colors and creams surrounded them, and all of the furniture seemed dainty and sweet as well. The three lights that seemed to circle around Wyllonia drifted away from her once they were in the study, and the blonde took her hat from her head, putting it on a coatrack that bent to her needs. " Coffee? Tea?" She asked of Fenrir as she swept in, the skirts of her gown whirling about her long legs and glittering every so often. The woman could have been a princess, let alone a witch."Good," Fenrir grunted, sheathing his sword and relaxing the glowing runes on his armor as he followed the woman into the castle, not paying much attention and focused on knocking anything over as he passed through the halls. "Tea, thank you." He said, a tad surprised at the hospitality. This is not at all what he expected from a Witch Coven. The large wolf did not sit though, each piece of furniture looked too small to bear his weight, and even if it could his armor would likely gouge it. No sense in being rude after all.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2017 16:43:46 GMT -8
A beautiful grandmother clock chimed quietly, it's face not telling the time at all, but instead had short little sentences written in elegant, flowing hand writing.
Flowers seemed to eternally blossom in their vases, and portraits of the past Moon Mothers hung on a wall nearby. The window of her office looked out into a handsome springtime garden, butterflies fluttering around.
"Of course." The tea pot and cup -- both dainty, edged with gold, clearly a product from Gauldin -- floated and poured themselves. "Sugar or cream?" she asked as she took a seat, patting her blonde hair at the pin at her temple to make sure it was in place, then taking her cup as it floated toward herself.
"Please, take a seat, Mr. Skargard. We might be here for quiet a while," Wyllonia said in her melodic voice, gesturing to a sofa that was at least a little larger than the feminine, Rococo-inspired furniture that surrounded them.
"Now," she said after taking a sip of tea. "How can Castle Loxnighton be of service?"
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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 Dec 9, 2017 7:14:24 GMT -8
"Neither thank you" He said, taking the small cup of tea with a dexterity that did not seem possible from the plated arm. Fenrir took the offered seat, figuring any incidental damage he caused was easily repaired by the witches.
"I am here...well, perhaps I should give some backstory first. For a long time I have been adrift, exiled by the tribe I failed, moving from place to place in search of...something. I do not know what that something is, save that for a long time I have been missing purpose in my life. You witches here, you venerate the Moon, as do my people. Likely in different ways to be certain, but nonetheless it is a connection. The Coven came well-regarded from my contacts, although I did not expect quite the...schoolhouse atmosphere."
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Belladonna, The Poison Witch
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Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 150(ish), However looks to be in her 30s
Physical Description: Stands at 5ft10. Belladonna has waist length, pin straight black hair that is cut evenly, and low blunt bangs help frame her heart shaped face. She has a cream colored skin tone made natural by a rosiness in her cheeks. Her eyes are silvery with a hint of blue in them. Her lips are painted a dark red. Her nails are kept a bit long and groomed into rounded pointed tips and painted a similar color as her lips.
Clothes and Equipment: Belladonna's clothing is subject to change, but she holds a preference for dark moody colors. Fir green, Burgundy, Merlot, dark purples and of course black all fit into her usual color scheme. She dresses conservatively, nearly always wearing long loose sleeves and a high collar. All dress skirts are ankle length, unless she chooses to wear pants (Usually during travel). Her most common item is her black hooded cape with the lunar cycle embroidered on it.
In terms of equipment, Belladonna travels light. An old, twisted willow wood staff cradling a crystal ball is generally used as a walking stick, though it also carries magical properties. On her waist, she wears a Utility belt. The right side, a pocket book hangs, while on the left, vials of potions are at the ready. (1 accelerated healing, 1 poison vial, 1 rejuvenating potion). the belt also has an empty pouch where ingredients may be stored when found and cultivated.
Player's online availability : Daily
Registered: Oct 26, 2017 19:04:36 GMT -8
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Post by Belladonna, The Poison Witch on Dec 13, 2017 20:30:36 GMT -8
Swoopping into the foyer of the castle on her broom, Belladonna was polite enough to slow down to a stop. The bristles of the broom rubbed against the floor before the witch's feet were firmly planted on the stone floor. One hand grabbed at the cage the hung at the tip of the broomhandle, taking the utmost care to set it down on the floor. The normally mischevious woman took the moment to whisp her long hair out with her fingers so that it looked far less wind-blown and messy.
It wasn't long till someone was kind enough to greet her. A greeting only used betweenpeople who had already met. "If it isn't Rosamond! I haven't seen you since graduation." Mimicking the chic woman, the poison witch crossed her arms, her long dark colored nails tapping on the heavy restrictive fabric of her arm.
"I'm not the one who's been 'a-calling', I was called here. I decided it was time to take the teaching position offered a few years back, and so here I am again. For better or worse." emphasis on worse, considering that while so many girls admired her achievements, just as many had some criticisms and jealousy. Which spectrum @rosamond fell wasn't entirely clear, but time would surely tell.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2017 18:40:23 GMT -8
She watched Fenrir take the dainty tea cup and smiled a little to herself at how polite he was, so much more so than he'd been outside on the bridge. The sofa he sat on groaned a little beneath his weight, but otherwise did not seem to give him any trouble.
Then, he spoke, and she listened.
"Yes, well, it is not generally a place for wanderers, such as yourself," Wyllonia said between sips of her hot tea. "I find it very curious how you present yourself, Mr. Skargard. Adrift, exiled, failure, missing. Your perception of yourself may be inhibiting your purpose. Nevertheless, I am here to help you, although I am not sure if I can truly answer any questions you have. What sort of purpose do you need?"
She was very direct, very honest, and yet still, very warm, very friendly. A woman you could trust.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2017 22:34:56 GMT -8
"Really," Rosamond said on a flat tone as she looked at Belladonna, quietly admiring the witch. "Wyllonia invited you?" Rosamond asked, perfectly content to stand as still as stone, comfortable in her spiked heels and expensive clothing. Although she did admire the Poison Witch, Belladonna was not a hero in Rosamond's eyes, but simply... a bar set, and would hopefully be surpassed.
Rosamond's speciality was in word -- binding contracts, wishes granted, curses broken by the student of spells and the loopholes therein. It was not a flashy ability, but seemed to come in handy more often than not. It was, essentially, diplomacy at its most convincing, most persuasive level.
"You realize that you won't be able to flit around where you like, don't you," Rosamond said with a small smile on her pretty face. "Being a teacher will require you be, well, present."
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Belladonna, The Poison Witch
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Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 150(ish), However looks to be in her 30s
Physical Description: Stands at 5ft10. Belladonna has waist length, pin straight black hair that is cut evenly, and low blunt bangs help frame her heart shaped face. She has a cream colored skin tone made natural by a rosiness in her cheeks. Her eyes are silvery with a hint of blue in them. Her lips are painted a dark red. Her nails are kept a bit long and groomed into rounded pointed tips and painted a similar color as her lips.
Clothes and Equipment: Belladonna's clothing is subject to change, but she holds a preference for dark moody colors. Fir green, Burgundy, Merlot, dark purples and of course black all fit into her usual color scheme. She dresses conservatively, nearly always wearing long loose sleeves and a high collar. All dress skirts are ankle length, unless she chooses to wear pants (Usually during travel). Her most common item is her black hooded cape with the lunar cycle embroidered on it.
In terms of equipment, Belladonna travels light. An old, twisted willow wood staff cradling a crystal ball is generally used as a walking stick, though it also carries magical properties. On her waist, she wears a Utility belt. The right side, a pocket book hangs, while on the left, vials of potions are at the ready. (1 accelerated healing, 1 poison vial, 1 rejuvenating potion). the belt also has an empty pouch where ingredients may be stored when found and cultivated.
Player's online availability : Daily
Registered: Oct 26, 2017 19:04:36 GMT -8
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Post by Belladonna, The Poison Witch on Dec 16, 2017 1:17:44 GMT -8
Belladonna's smile contained a hint of smugness as the other witch correctly guessed her reason for being here. She did speak the truth about her attendence, though. "I follow where the wind goes, where it blows no one knows." The woman shrugged nonchalantly. "While I am flattered that you care so much, Rosamond, I don't believe you will have much to worry your pretty little head for." If anything, the poison witch had become a master of getting out of trouble over the years. "Just do what you do best, and I'll do what I do best."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2017 12:38:11 GMT -8
Rosamond lifted her hands, in mock surrender. "Just a little reminder," she said to Belladonna. She turned away a little, and her raven fluttered its wings in annoyance, intelligent dark eyes looking at the Poison Witch.
"I should probably show you to your room. I assume you'll be teaching potions?" Rosamond asked, her tone leading, as if she didn't really know what Belladonna would be doing but had some theories given the woman's current presence at Loxnighton. "Or have you picked up some other wildly useful talent while you were out in the world?"
It was a teasing comment. Basically everyone at Loxnighton knew Belladonna was Loxnighton's most recent "it" child. There were other witches of note that also had their accomplishments, their name on trophies, their name said in reverance, but Belladonna was the one in closest memory.
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