I didn't know you made an rp ace! I wanna join! But only if I'm allowed to be a were bear!

HA! The outsider got to post 100!

Also could I be like a villian?

@Ace of Flames01 Alright boss, here's my character application! In her history I put the name of her town in italics, since I wasn't sure if you were okay with me naming it. If you don't like it or already have a list of city names just let me know and I'll be more than happy to change it!

Let me know what revisions you would like to see! ^.^

Naya [+]

Naya Ashgrave

Child of:
Darkness

Nickname:
N/A

Age:
28

Gender:
Female

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Relationship Status:
Single

Species:
Human

Occupation:
Witch. Also owns an apothecary.

Likes:

• Horticulture
• Shiny things
• Embalming tools
• Forehead kisses
• Grilled newt. Delicious and nutritious!

Dislikes:

• Hot weather
• People trying to swindle her
• Bad breath
• High pitched voices
• Carrots. Because ew.

Fears:
Being eaten by a werewolf.

Weapons [+]

Spear [+]

Previously belonged to her mother. It can be seen strapped to her back whenever she is not working in the shop.

Dagger [+]

Also belonged to her mother. Naya only uses it for bloodletting for spells/potions

Personality: Naya doesn't actually murder people. But some spells call for certain, er, more visceral ingredients, so if someone wants to trade their dear old mum's corpse for a love spell, who is she to deny them?

It is this sort of practice that makes some people leery of the witch. It isn't an uncommon sight to come into the shop and find the body of some animal or person up on the slab, their organs floating in jars as the lithe woman serenely wipes her scarlet hands on her apron. It doesn't help that when she does her shopping she occasionally forgets to change out of her work robes and gives some poor merchant an eyeful of her bloody clothing.

Her time around the occult has made it virtually impossible for her to get squeamish at the sight of gore and her ability to joke and see humor in dark circumstances makes her a very strange human indeed. Naya is also innately curious about creatures of different races and will often badger them with all sorts of questions until both parties are exasperated.

Well, except werewolves. Those guys are terrifying.

Oddities aside, Naya is a clever girl with a sharp tongue and a wicked sense of humor. She is not easily frightened or intimidated, but is smart enough to know when to keep her mouth shut lest she upset something more fearsome than her. The witch is also a bit over protective of those she cares about and doesn't much understand the concept of personal space.

Bio:
Naya was born to a hardworking witch who owned a little apothecary on the outskirts of a sleepy border town by the name of Minora. The little girl spent long days helping her mother tend the garden, grind down the herbs, and adding new recipes to their grimoire. It was a strange life, but Naya always felt loved and most importantly, she was very happy.

Her magic doesn't come in during her twelfth year like it does for most of her family, but her mother doesn't seem concerned about it. "These things take time, my girl. Your blood will wake precisely when it is supposed to," the witch told her, dropping a kiss onto her daughter's hair. "Now be a dear and fetch me my hammer. This man's skull is thicker than I thought."

Her mother dies during Naya's nineteenth summer, when a freshly turned werewolf loses control and attacks her in the market. The town folk manage to subdue the creature, but the damage is done. Naya brings her mother's body home, stores her insides, and grinds her bones, just like she would have wanted. After that the young woman takes over the apothecary, making the salves and ointments that don't require a supernatural touch.

Then in the twenty third winter of her life it happens, precisely when it needs to.

Naya is out in the forest, scraping yellow lichen off an old oak tree when her blade slips and slices open her finger. The blood oozes out of the wound, crimson rivulets landing on the bark and suddenly she feels potential and vertigo all at once. A surge of something passes through her and in the next moment the youth is on the ground, breathless and blinking up at the canopy of leaves above her. When she looks back to the tree it is utterly engulfed in the fungus and a cluster of nightshade has begun to blossom around it's base.

The magic in her blood had finally awoken, long after she had given up on it.

It's second nature after that to start honing her craft. Sure she fumbles a bit and turns a few more people into toads than she'd originally planned, but her mother's weathered grimoire guides her and by the time her twenty eighth spring comes around she's gained quite the reputation for being a talented, albeit strange, alchemist.

Extra: The palms of both of her hands are scarred from all the bloodletting she’s had to do for various spells. Does not go anywhere without her grimoire.