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Age: 22 years
Name: Kahleen Alexai of Leththandrial // Alexai Luthor
Nickname/Alias: "Serpent"
Gender: Female

Personality: Alexai is a person who doesn't reveal a lot about herself. She likes to keep her past in the past and her intentions in the dark, mostly. She is an independent woman, who is proud to be able to take care of herself, she will never accept anyone to provide for her. She's too proud to let that happen. Alexai despises cruelty against animals or children and will never participate in such, if she can by any means avoid it. She respects loyalty and honesty. Though she doesn't really tell the truth herself, she tries to no tell lies if not needed. But that doesn't work too well with her, her identity is a big lie of it's own after all.

She doesn't mind stealing from the wealthy or middle class people, but she avoids to steal from anyone that has barely enough to survive. She will not hesitate to kill someone if they attack her or endanger her safety in any kind of way.

Biography: Alexai was born with the name Kahleen Alexai in the kingdom Leththandrial as the throne princess. She grew up in a middle sized palace with the best education she could get and with too much trouble qualities. She was a little black sheep for the King and Queen and for the people that worked in the palace. She was in the public eye, was loved and adored for no other reason but for being 'the princess'.

Long story short: Kahleen fell in love with a normal girl, typical story, happened a thousand times, the difference was that her parents were okay with it, even if they kept telling her that she couldn't expect to marry that person, to lead a life with her. Kahleen ignored them. The woman she had fallen in love was a secret to the outside world, but the two women didn't mind, they were in their own world anyway. From the age of 16 to 19 they were dating, and then her girlfriend died. She had been killed by a group of people that had planned to get into the palace for a while. Having seen how the girl was able to enter and leave the palace seemingly as she pleased, they wanted to get information out of her on the insides of the palace, the guards, the royal family, who she was seeing in there and all the like. But the young woman refused to speak and had to pay with her life.

Heartbroken, devastated and feeling guilty for the fate of her girlfriend, Kahleen couldn't stand to be in that building anymore. So one night she ran, ran away from the palace, the responsibility, the memories, the country that was hers to lead one day. That is three years ago. The kingdom has never stopped searching and there are people even so far away from Leththandrial that know of the missing princess.

When Kahleen first engaged with a stranger, far away from home, hungry, wet from the pouring rain and scared, she told the man her name was Alexai. The name that was only ever used by her girlfriend. ("I know you." A soft hand touched her cheek and her eyes lifted from the ground to look at the deep galaxy that was within the eyes of the woman she loved. "You're princess Kahleen to them. But you will always be my Alexai. With no care in the world and with no burden on her shoulders.") She soon realized that in the world no one would offer her food or water or a warm blanket if she had nothing to give in return. In her desire to survive she started to steal the things she needed. At first, she hated it, hated the feeling of it, hated knowing that she didn't have anything. But with every day that passed she realized more that she was free. No duty, no people telling her what to do, no burden to lead a kingdom one day. And she started to enjoy the life she had found herself in.

Everything she had done, led her right to where she was now.

Skills: Silent and quick on her feet, hiding, climbing, perfect aim with the arrow and bow, precise usage of knives/daggers (in any way), stealing things from basically underneath people's eyes, flirting her way into or out of things, picking locks

Equipment: Arrows and a bow, two daggers (one in her boot and one at her waist), a few coins (not much really), a stolen rope

DreadfulDoom has signed on

"Oh hello DreadfulDoom, I'm so glad you came. Let's begin the interview. What's your real name? First and last please."

The girl in front of the screen showed a slight frown on her forehead. The interview had already gotten pretty personal. A real name? These days real names didn't interest most people. Writing it down she could feel that the lack of using it has made her feel somewhat strange towards it. "Alycia Demetria Roels."

"Ah, I see, okay how old are you?"

That wasn't a too odd questions. Many games asked for age, mostly to make sure you are over 18, or in some cases over 21. Though you could always just put a wrong age, no one checked on it, no one cared. She typed in her answer. "I am currently 24 years old."

"Hmm...This is more personal but what's your sexuality?"

That was kind of very odd. She didn't remember a game that asked her for this. She knew of some dating games that required this, but she never played any of those kind. They would offer a various amount of lovers to choose from and then play out virtual dates or something like that. She didn't really know. Alycia thought about it. Her sexuality... She had a relationship with a woman once. It was weird, because it was all online. But was she really gay? Would she wanna be with a man? She thought to the female characters she met and realized that she could all too well tell of their features and their beauty and felt incredibly bored by all the male characters' looks. She also knew that if she thought about touching a woman's skin she felt a lot more excited than when thinking about a man. She typed an answer. "I am interested in women."

"Are you a man or woman?"

Every game she ever played asked this of her. She always choose to be her own gender. "Powerful female."

"What do you look like? You can send a picture or describe yourself, though an image will help me more."

Alycia frowned some more. Send a picture... A real life picture. She had been asked this several times, from men and women both, she had always declined. Perverts. Just one time... one single time... things had been different and she had sent one. She looked at the file that kept all the pictures of herself on her PC and chose the only one that was recent. It had been a favor for her girlfriend. It felt so far gone now. "This is all you get of me."



"What's your occupation?"

Strangely enough Alycia's mind went straight to hacking. But no. That wasn't her occupation. That wasn't what brought the money in. Though she wished it did. "I work for DATYR - one of the largest 'we have everything'-stores, completely online, shipping free. You must know the commercials, 'Delivering all things you require!', right? I mostly sit at the desk at the PC, do lists, check things, help customers online, make delivery times and dates, make sure the time for the delivery trucks is used the best way, sometimes someone even calls. But that's rare. They call me when there's a problem with the site. They call me when there's a problem with the printer (we don't even print, what do we need a printer for!?). I've got time to game on the side though."

"How would you describe your personality?"

Her personality. Her real life personality. It would be much easier to describe her characters in the games she played. What was she like? In the real world, what was she like? "Passionate. Emotional. I like to think I am nice, but I can be quiet sassy too. I am strong minded, I know what I'm worth. I am reasonable and I like discussions to learn about the other person and what drives them. I like to observe people, find out what drives them and - if needed - how I can control them or manipulate their thinking. Does that make me a bad person? Maybe I'm a bad person. Write that down! I am animal friendly, though. I mean I think I am. I haven't seen one in forever. In games I am, I don't kill them if not absolutely necessary. I am curious. I wander off a lot to explore the worlds I play in. And I like stories,
I like to read. And I mean, really read. I have a book. A real book, with pages and all. It's hidden. Don't even think of stealing it, I'll kick your ass. Mmm so I guess I am also protective. Or aggressive? What would you call it? I try not to get into fights that aren't necessary. And I think I am a little flirty. But I have never flirted with someone face-to-face."

"How tall are you? How much do you weigh?"

Alycia stared at the screen. And got up. It took her fifteen minutes to find out how tall she was and what her weight was. She hadn't known that information before now. She wondered what they needed this information for. "I am 5'4'' weight 138."

"What's your favorite color?"

That was easy, but once again it left her wondering what this was needed for. She decided to ask. "It's lightblue. For what is this information required?"

"What type of person interests you romantically?"

She was left being ignored. Maybe the questions were computer driven and the program couldn't answer to any questions? She thought about the question she just got asked. Romantically? A person? In real life again, right? Her mind went to the one girlfriend she used to have. What made her let down her guard and trust this person? "Close my age! I am not one for a big age gap. I like honest people, honesty is important. I like smart ones, not exactly school smart, just someone who can tell when they're wrong and can appreciate learning new things from each other. Someone clever and a little spontaneous. I like emotions, so I guess someone who is able to show me they care and aren't feeling weird to show someone that we're a thing. Respect is important. We're equals and they need to know that, respect my decisions, my feelings, just like I will always respect theirs. I like people who know when I am upset, so I guess someone who pays attention. I need someone who supports me in my goals,
my destination and is interested in my life. Not that my life is any kind of interesting. I'd love a woman who likes to show me off sometimes and keep me to herself other times. She should accept my flaws, but not ignore them. I am willing to grow, but not change my all to be 'perfect' for someone. Very important, I need someone who is not running away, but will talk to me and try to fix problems instead of suddenly going distant or even breaking up. Communication is important. And sexy."

"This question can be skipped, but it's most essential to my study so I'd prefer an honest answer. Know that you're in a safe place here with me, no one else will ever have to know. Do you have any physical/mental disabilities? Any traumas?"

Safe place. Alycia almost laughed out loud. The internet wasn't a safe place. She knew that. She was one of the reasons that it wasn't. Where would traumas even come from these days? Ordering 3 instead of 4 pair of shoes online and having to wait another day for the 4th pair to be delivered? "No."

"What gaming genre do you prefer to play when feeding your addiction?"

Now a smile crept onto Alycia's lips. She was already expecting this question and was ready to answer it. Hopefully they would bring out a new crazy game that she could test. "I like a few kind of things. I play very tiny bit MMO. Mostly I play story-driven games. Preferably one in which you have to solve some sort of mystery, maybe escape somewhere while doing so. I like a story where the plot is revealed bit after bit and leaves me wondering 'why, what, how, when'. I like when those games involve puzzles. Like walking around and figuring out where to do what to get to the next section of the story. But I also play a bit of games that involve creating a character, choosing a side to fight on and fight against others in a team. I like to play some games where you get quests, but can run freely around the world, don't need to but certainly can interact with other online players. I hope that answers it."

"Share some of your history with me."

Alycia started to chew on her inner cheek now. History? What was there big to tell? "I have a mother, I have a father, we chat sometimes. I'm an only child. I grew up like a normal kid, lived like a normal kid. I have my bunch of online friends that I sometimes see in person when we meet up for gaming rounds. I was good in school. I have a decent college education. Really, my life is a boring story to tell. The most interesting thing about my history is that I learned how to write a bike and that I actually had a real book in my hands.
Very interesting, eh?"

"Your strengths?"

Alycia sighed. This felt like a job interview and she always hated these sections of them. "I'm good with the keyboard. And I am not talking music. I can hack anything, no joke. I am determined, which makes me finish what I started if I set my mind to it. I am honest, yes that's a strength. I am fast on my feet, not that this is something important at all. I think my actions through, even if they seem very sudden sometimes. I am able to think in three directions at the same time, actually. I think of myself as logical, but I guess illogical people would say the same. A trait that I like is that I understand people, I can see why they do stuff." There's actually a quote she loved that described that feeling. 'In the moment when I truly understand my enemy, understand him well enough to defeat him, then in that very moment I also love him.' She continued to type. "I am friendly, I like to think I am likable. I am able to change my opinion if proven wrong, which is a good trait too. I am a very quick learning, I pick up on things very easily. I adapt to situations quickly. I keep an open mind to as many things as possible. And I can fight with my bare hands and feet. I'm a really good swimmer."

"Your fears and weaknesses?"

There was the other question that she hated so much. "I am easily hurt in my pride. I am sometimes a tad bit too emotional. I won't let anyone treat me like their little bitch, which can cause me looking lazy or arrogant sometimes. I overreact at times, but I try to work on that. As for fears... I am scared of being cheated on in any way by a lover (haha, not really likely to even have one), by friends, by family or by my boss during promotion time. I am scared of being misunderstood so that people think of me differently than I actually am and I can't change it anymore. I am scared of war, I would never want to live during war time, ever. I have a fear of losing myself. There was a time I forgot who I was and I am only slowly getting to know me again, so I am scared all that will get blown away suddenly and will leave me feeling like I don't know who this person is that is in the mirror. A rather personal fear is that I am scared of being inappropriately touched or talked to without consent - the talking happens way too often on the internet, the touching is just irrational because people don't even have body contact very much anymore."

"What role do you play in your games?"

"This is Alexai. She is a witch, a strong one, and she is on the evil side. She likes to cause people to suffer. But in real life I am not like that. I like to play strong female characters that can take care of themselves, but my favorite genre of games mostly gives you a fleshed out character to play with, not even letting you decide your gender, because it's a fixed story."



"What do you hope to gain by participating in my game?"

Alycia blinked. She didn't even know what this game was about. She shrugged and typed whatever came to her mind. "The lack of knowing what this is about is making it hard to have real expectations. Very obviously I am expecting fun out of it, and preferable something new to learn. That'd be cool."

"Is there anything I missed?"

The woman put on a smirk. "Yeah, to answer my question! Now what is all this information needed for?"

Alycia never got an answer back. Instead everything went black...

And because of a mistake that happend sixteen years ago, because of a dark past and a dark spot on her chest, Joanna Rosier and her family of four are on the run. The darkness from her past has found her and is bloodthirsty for it's vengeance.

Silently creeping up behind her back like a dark and dangerous fog to devour all happiness and life, the never forgetting Silencers are going after the small Rosier family.



The Silencers are a patient and very organised group of people and a lot bigger than people assume them to be. Just as cruel and dangerous as the Death Eaters, but with much more self control, the Silencers appear and disappear throughout the history. Their actual large numbers appear foolishly small in every document that mentions their group. The Silencers are at every occassionaly conversation about them described as a cult. No one that stands outside their group knows their motives and who they follow. Their rules and methods are strict, consistent and unified. They walk with no sound on their feet - a stick could visibly crack and make no sound whatsoever.

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Notes
No child is allowed to be over 16
Children are allowed to be as young as you wish to portrait them (have fun playing a todder? well okay.) _{I doubt this would happen anyway.}
All children of age 11 and higher will have to drop out of Hogwarts school for the sake of safety

You are allowed to make a suggestion on playing a character outside the Rosier family
- They have to be constantly on their travels with them though! (e.g. a person they meet and who decides to go with them)
- This includes magical creatures (!) as long as they are able to speak the English language (Parseltongue is not English!)
- a Pukwudgie for example would be available, as well as a centaur, a goblin, ect.
- You have to make an accaptable and logical explanation on why an unknown person or creature would join the Rosier family on their travels and you'd have to discuss with me why the Rosier family would allow them with them (they're on the run after all, not really the time to drag along unknown personalities)

You are allowed to make any suggestion for a Rosier family member, even if not listed above.

08:00 - 13:00 School
13:00 - 14:30 ASC
15:00 - 16:30 Horseback Riding


08:00 - 13:00 School
13:00 - 14:30 ASC
15:30 - 17:30 Soccer


08:00 - 12:00 School
12:00 - 14:30 ASC
15:45 - 17:30 Dance


08:00 - 14:00 School
14:00 - 14:30 ASC
15:30 - 17:30 Soccer


08:00 - 12:00 School
15:00 - 16:30 Dance


ASC = After School Care



08:30 - 14:30 Kindergarten
15:00 - 16:00 Ballet


08:30 - 14:30 Kindergarten
15:00 - 16:30 Gymnastics


08:30 - 14:30 Kindergarten
15:30 - 16:30 Ballet


08:30 - 14:30 Kindergarten


08:30 - 12:00 Kindergarten
15:30 - 17:00 Swimming

There's a world beyond the veil. I am sure of it.

They call it the veil. Because we can't look to the outside. What's behind it? No one knows. The end of the world? An expansion of the city? A great nothing? Danger? The sky?

We have been here for.... always. There's records about us having been here for more than 200.000 years. Of course the city looked much different back then and we were not as advanced, as social, as intelligent as we are not. They call it evolution.

When I was little I didn't understand why we have two words for the place we live in. The City. Our world. People say 'the city is our whole world'. But if the city is the same as the word, then the world is the same as the city - and why would there need to be two words for the very same thing?

Now I understand. The veil, the barrier, the wall of dust that was the end of our city... might not be the end of the world. So it is not the same thing. The city is where we live, where we have ever lived. But the world... the world includes whatever might be on the other side of that veil. Some people talk about it sometimes, strange theories, whispers, but no one really knows for sure. Even those who insist they do.

The veil, they tell us, is there to protect us from the outside world. It could not be any other way. The veil was the border between our safe place and the cruelness of devilish monsters that lurked behind it.

Many have tried to understand the veil, some even tried to cross the veil, cut it open, slip through it, but it was all to no use. The veil stood and no one could change that. And why would we want to? We are safe. We don't know what's behind. If the veil ever failed, it could destroy us all.

The veil is a high wall, reaching up to the sky, no one has ever been able to reach it's top.

The city is a place with about 2.530 citizens. There's the Capital, which is a big round place in the middle of the city, second-hand markets are often being held here. We don't throw away a lot of things. Second-hand shopping is the most used form of buying things.

For things you can't buy second-hand (food, drinks, paper towels, toilet paper, protection for sexual intercourse, ect.) or for when you can't find what you're looking for as a second-hand product, there's the mall. The mall is on the western side of the city, a flat building with two floors. The lower floor consists of three food stores, two "every day use"-stores (they sell small, daily life things like tissues or cleaning supplies) and one furniture store. Sitting in the upper floor are one medium clothing store and one small one, a cozy restaurant, a plants shop, the decoration shop and the hairdresser.

To the east and north of the city are wide fields, a small forest sitting at the north-west side. To the south, further out, very near to the veil are the factories where waste gets burned and water gets recycled.

Other than that the city has many little houses with small or big gardens to offer. A lot of people grow their own vegetables, some with a larger garden then sell some of their on the market.

Nothing goes to waste if it's still usable.

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Characters start their posts living their daily lives. It's the end of summer, a sunny, breezy August day. It's Thursday and the market is back in the Capital. We get to know the characters' daily routines, they get to meet up at the market, do their shopping, interact, make plans for the day and the weekend.

It ends with the world shaking slightly, something to have never happened before, people in fear.

The shaking ends and no one knows what happened. The major (a black woman!) decides to no tell the people yet, trying to hinder a fearful outbreak. But the word gets out, people on the street whisper, it's noticeable that suddenly something secretive is going on.

Our characters hear the whispers, wonder how much truth is in it and come to the conclusion that they'll have to see the crack in the veil for themselves.

Sneaking off to find the crack at dark night, they notice that suddenly watchers are standing out. They are the 'police' of the city, protecting people from one another, organizing events (also the market) and answering citizen's questions if they can. Now they seem to be keeping an eye on the crack in the veil.


The characters talk about what happened. They come together and discuss what this might mean. They have seen the crack for themselves and are concerned. What is happening and why is it happening? The friends try to figure out what to do about the information. Should they tell the rest of the people? Should they keep quiet? Should they investigate on their own?

They decide to find out more about the veil first. Wanting to know everything there was to know. They talked to people, but mostly they searched old books and parchment rolls. (Where they also find a map, that they can't read or even decipher as such.)

History-loving, theory-sparking [my character] drops the theory of a mystic old crystal having produced the veil thousands of years ago - she read in an ancient old book about it, that she had found months ago. Conveniently.
Something must be wrong with the crystal.

The characters find out more information about the veil. It takes a while, but it's happening. They decide that all they could find vaguely adds up with [my character]'s theory.

They search for documentaries, that speak of something similar having happened before, but are unable to find any.


[Character 1] upon sitting over the books and parchments and especially the drawings, notices that the weird drawing is a map. They tell their friends about the discovery.

The group gives the idea a chance, but also points out that the map does not fit The City. Someone decides to whip out old maps and drawing of the city to find a connection - it could be an old map after all, from years ago when the city looked different.

Turns out that idea didn't go anywhere. None of the city drawings fit the map.

[Character 1] makes the assumption that it could also be underground, that there's a single thing that's different and it could be an entrance to the surface.

The friends try to decipher the map, where could the entrance lie? They assume that the map only shows The City and nothing beyond the veil. That gives them four spots (depending on how you turn the map) to look for the entrance. North, South, East and West.

They part to search for the entrance in all of these four spots. Their first try is false, both teams don't find the entrance.

Going another night, they split again, this time one team finds the entrance. It needs a special old stone key.


Yet again frustrated that they need another puzzle piece, but also excited about their discovery the friends come together again to plan for their next steps.

It turns out, upon accident, [Character 2] comes across the key. An old triangle-shaped, palm-sized stone is in his family's possessions, a family heirloom. It fits the lock perfectly.

The entrance to the underground opens and reveals a dark hole. They have to jump. Letting down one person by their arms completely, they have to drop him and see how deep it is. It's risky and silly.

He drops far, about 50 feet down, and then hits the ground - it hurts and bruises him, but he is fine. He did not hit as hard as he should, according to physical laws. He tells them to jump as well.

Going down the rabbit hole, they all jump.#

Down they light flashlights and look around. They are standing in the middle of a round room, on what seems to be a round podium. The hole above them is a tiny spot of the night sky. There's eight ways leading out of the room, all pitch dark. There's no signs on the walls or the like. Just a round room with a podium and eight open ways to go.


[Character 1] deciphers the map and tries to lead them the right way.

In this chapter they'll walk through the labyrinth, following the map and they find the crystal. They notice the crystal has a crack. Similar as the veil. It stands on a podium, stairs leading upwards. The crystal is in the middle of what seems to be an open flower with eight petals holding something. Upon stepping closer it becomes clear that the petals are nonetheless than hands, open palms. There's eight spots. One empty - one filled with an emerald - one empty - one filled with a ruby - one empty - one filled with a diamond - one empty - another empty. The crack appears on the side, where the gem is missing.

To the friends it soon becomes obvious that the gem must have been removed somehow. They have to find it to make sure the veil stays in tact.


All gems are replaced. The crystal is restored. A shaking, a growling goes through the ground, the friends tremble and fall, the loud echo pains in their ears, they get dizzy from the loud sound. Then it's over.

They make their way back to the top. Exhausted, but happy and floating on a cloud of success. But as they reach the top, people look concerned, a huge crowd has formed, whispering and frowning, panic in their eyes.

The friends elbow their way through the crowd. And they see the veil, it's inside are spiraling, whirling, actively and fast, faster and faster. It stopped. And with that the veil lifted.

One of the friends has stolen the gems while the others didn't notice. They wanted to veil to lift. The friend has now disappeared and is nowhere to be found.

The friend was also the one guiding them towards the crystal, moving them forward when they got stuck. He needed them to replace the gem he took. Because when he took the first gem, he was too mesmerized by it, costing out the moment, he missed the time window. The crystal activated a defensive mechanism, the ground shook, the gem slipped out of his hand, touched the ground and - disappeared. And from that moment on the crystal had a protective shield around the other gems, he was not able to get to them.

But he studied the crystal and it's story long enough to know that the process could be relived. He just needed to place the gem back and then remove them all together before the crystal would be activate it's protection.

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Having been an orphan for as long as she can remember, Éliane grew up without belonging to a family. Instead, the high-energy child was taken care of by the elven people of her village. She had a room and a bed, but never that one family other children did. As she was such an adventurous and romantic young girl, she managed to get into trouble on the regular. Venturing too far out, bringing in wounded animals, never sitting still, spinning tales, always blabbering at everyone who appeared to have ears - and even that one Elf who didn't have any anymore - she was very well known in town. Everyone who crossed that town during her being there, would know her.

Being curious and seeking to try everything at least once, no matter what it may be, Èliane managed to plead everyone into showing her something new, teaching her something new. This led to her acquiring a bunch of skills that can be best described as "half-baked" since she never stayed in one spot long enough to learn the entire ropes of it. The only occasions where this was untrue were two things: her magic and her sword training.

Having begged for months on end, when someone talented and experienced in the form of sword fighting finally agreed to let her have a go at it, she was determined to see it through. And so she did; and in consequence learned to hold and guide a sword, her second weapon next to her bow and arrows - the preferred weapons of the elves.

Once the young girl had come to age and was finally free to decide her fate on her own, she was fast to leave the grounds she grew up on. With romance and adventure in her heart, she made her way out into the world -- and got knocked back hard.

As much as Éliane dreamt of traveling the world, it came harder than she had imagined. However, her stubborn heart adapted, learned, and overcame the challenges life threw at her. And so she began her search for something she knew she had been longing for all her life: true love and the belonging to somewhere, or to someone.

So far she traveled to most places, never stayed longer than a few days, and still... she has yet to find that resting calm and safe sensation of belonging she seems to have been missing all her life.

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Strength: 6
Speed on Land: 8
Speed in Air: 0
Magical Ability: 8 (scratching at 9)
Dexterity: 9
Weapon Proficiency: 7
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Warnings: religion (talk about possession), attempted murder of child, death occurrences

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• Age: Twenty seven
• Height: 5'5"
• Weight: 129
• Build: slim build
• Skin Tone: pale
• Hair Color: long curly black hair with a blue shimmer in the sunlight
• Eye Color: dark brown, almost black
• Martial Status: Unmarried, uncourted, no offspring

Dubheasa has long curly black hair that shows a blue shimmer when hit by the light, she's about 5'5'' in height and weighs around 129 lbs. She has a slim build, a pointed chin, somewhat bushy eyebrows, and small cute ears. Her fingers are long and pointed, her lips are very regular and therefore may be uninteresting, nothing to mention. She has a round nose tip and she is more often than not seen sporting shadows under her eyes and an expression that she considers more neutral, but is seen by others as off-putting. Her face gives off the vibe that she doesn't want to be addressed by anyone and as if she's fundamentally exhausted.

. Extensive .

• Spoken languages: German (mother tongue), English (fluent), an old witch's language that she learned in the coven, mostly used on old scrolls and for old spells
• Notable Skills: Horseback riding, gardening, potion-making, general magic, spell-casting, exceptionally good dancer, can handle a sword and a dagger
• Favored Weapon/s: Magic, or a one-hand-sword with a dagger as off-hand
• Mount/s: none that belong to her personally

. The Coven .

• Status: unknown institution by anyone not part of it; Dubheasa considers herself exiled
• Size: unknown to Dubheasa; The Coven is made up of smaller sub-covens; her Subcoven had around 2.130 people
• Origins: Unclear; all genders serve in the coven but mainly women

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Born somewhere in a small village, Dubheasa was an unexpected child that was lovingly welcomed by her young parents; the mother 15 years old, the father 14 years old. Ever since her birth, tragedy and destruction seemed to happen in close proximity to her. Albeit people whispering about Dubheasa being cursed and needing to be drowned so she could be cleansed from the evil spirits and lifted into the heavens, her parents loved and shielded their child from those accusations. The first tragedy to ever occur around the child was on the day she was born. Her grandparents on her mother's side found their death on and shortly after the day of Dubheasa's birth. The moment she began to scream, her grandfather's smile faltered and he succumbed to death. His wife followed shortly, a week later, as she grew sick on the day of Dubheasa's birth and soon died. On her deathbed, she tried to warn her daughter - Dubheasa's mother - about the evil that had attached itself onto the child, clawing its way out of hell by clutching to Dubheasa's soul. The parents then went to bless their daughter multiple times, went to church regularly, and prayed every day. Life went on.

Incidents happened, and the parents, scared for the safety of their daughter, tried their best to hide them. They moved cities when the child was four years old, after a pastor attempted to drown her by his own doing, and after that, they moved every year. When Dubheasa, seven years old at the time, was found the only child alive with eight others dead, her parents couldn't deny it anymore.

In their desperation to save their child's soul and the lives of others, they took Dubheasa from her slumber in the middle of the night. Her mother and father both cried violently as they pushed their child's head underneath the surface in the bath. Upon witnessing his child's trashing and screams, her lungs filling with water, her father couldn't bear it. He pulled her out, held her tight, and whispered into her ears that everything would be just fine, she would be okay. Shocked and still in desperation, the parents put their daughter into an alive grave in the middle of the woods, laying her to her final sleep into the earth.

As Dubheasa was dying in her makeshift coffin, she was saved by a bear who was digging a burrow and accidentally freed the little girl. Sparked with adrenaline, Dubheasa ran und ran into the woods blindly. Until she, on pure accident, stood on the edge of the woods, looking into the town she had lived in just two days ago. Wild looking, hungry, barely alive, she blindly wandered into the town, trying to make her way home. Instead, she ended up in the town's square and found her parents hung for their crime of murdering their own child. Upon being spotted by the townspeople, the girl got chased away with literal pitchforks. The town had rid itself of the devil child and its parents.

So Dubheasa wandered from one town to the next, stole food, stole clothes where she could. Since she was but a child, she got taken in by kind-hearted people multiple times. She got fed, put to work, and was embraced with love by multiple homes. Every time, she would leave in the middle of the night, only staying a few days, the longest a month. She did not want to repeat whatever had been happening to her.

When she was twelve, women appeared before her and offered to take her in. Only then, being taken in by The Coven, was she embraced fully. The witches explained to her how witches aren't born but made from suffering and trauma. Every one of them had endured a life that had brought them the utmost suffering. In return, they had gained power they hadn't known existed before. No evil spirit, no demon, no devil had lurked within the child, at no point in time. She learned that her grandfather had most likely died of a heart attack, her grandmother had died of an untreated virus that affected her lungs. The children had all died of a fast-spreading disease that Dubheasa had dodged because everyone had kept their distance from her and her parents had made sure she kept her distance from others. Dubheasa grew angry, furious, she griefed a life she could have had. But the witches knew how to treat a traumatized person. They showed her kindness, love, opportunity and helped her with her emotional outbursts. Soon, Dubheasa was enrolled in lessons at her Subcoven.

In The Coven, she found that she had one talent after all: she was a brilliant witch. She excelled in most of her studies and picked potions as one of her majors. She achieved to master a hard spell in the shortest time frame from being of study to mastering said spell since the year 1006. She found her strengths lied in hard work, focus, determination, and thinking a little outside the usual rules and guidelines. She found her first and very best friend K'Awil. K'Awil was a few semesters above her and choose to become a Spellmaster someday. This course of study includes many exams, tests, rules, a hella lot of bureaucracy, and many forms of approval. While Dubheasa didn't lack the talent for the path of a Spellmaster (someone who invents new spells), she lacked the obedience. She preferred to work on her own, without restrictions, without all the control of Coven Masters. She disliked the many rules and restrictions, so she stayed within her potions path. Dubheasa enjoyed creating something physical, something she could see, touch, smell, hold. K'Awil, who saw her busy mind and wanted to focus Dubheasa's brilliance towards something relaxing sometimes, started a little garden that he gifted to her. Dubheasa took a great liking to the gardening bits. Hands dirty, mind running free, nothing bothering her, sweat on her forehead, and seeing her results grow.

As their friendship grew, Dubheasa and K'Awil found themselves hidden away from the world, high on some self-grown stuff, talking about new potions, new spells, and creating an entirely new curriculum for the academy out of fun for planning. In one of their high sittings, they almost created a perfectly new spell. Which Dubheasa later, after she left the coven, completed on her own. Being the only witch to own a spell not known or admitted for usage by The Coven Elders.

The joy she found in the Coven with like-minded people, some friends, and above all K'Awil could only be matched by one other earthly joy: the love she found within Charlotte de Bréze.

When Dubheasa was eighteen and allowed outside of the coven, she decided - for the first time in her life - to visit a ball. Disguised as a man, she snuck into a masquerade, eyeing the dancing ladies, marveling at the beauty of the interior. As the night proceeded, she came to notice that two eyes were on her, following her every step, trying their best to not be spotted - but, perhaps, wanting to be spotted after all. Dubheasa offered the lady to dance, and so they danced. Later that night, they secluded themselves from the party, went into the garden by moonlight, and sat at a river, hidden away. They'd try to catch frogs together and dipped their naked toes into the cold water. Everything occurred to Dubheasa as if straight out of a romance novel. She began to see the lady more often. Soon she was revealed to be a woman, but it seemed as if Charlotte de Bréze had known from the moment she had laid eyes on the disguised Dubheasa.

The only problems with their love were two things. For one, Charlotte was married. And for the other, the Coven strictly forbade relations to humans. It was a dangerous affair. However, Dubheasa went on to see Charlotte and Charlotte went on to love her with her whole heart.

One night, Charlotte's husband returned earlier than suspected, he walked in on them in bed. Enraged and privileged, embarrassed by his wife's desire for a woman over him, he could not control himself. Charlotte was struck down and died that night in the arms of Dubheasa, wearing the green dress Dubheasa had gifted her that night. The husband left in his fury, leaving Charlotte to her death. Upon his return, Dubheasa was gone. The body of Charlotte was left there. The husband went and explained the occurrence: he had found his wife in beds with another man. And he would give the name of a man he long wanted to take revenge on. In the end, he moved away, was not persecuted, and found himself a new life, a new wife.

Dubheasa however found herself ruined and begging her main teacher - who had been the woman who had taken her in - to help her. But the teacher told her there is no meddling with the dead. Their job as witches was to create death, to balance life and death, to take souls over into the next world. And as such, Dubheasa knew the consequences of death. There was no return. She had warned Dubheasa to not get attached to fragile humans but albeit disliking her connection to Charlotte, she was ready to embrace her adopted child and help her through the immense pain. But she wouldn't attempt to alter the inevitable. They had not taken Charlotte's life, but there was no giving it back either. Dubheasa, in her blinded sorrow and anger, saw this as a punishment for not following the rules, for bending and breaking them, for being trouble. She had seen enough punishment in her life, she would not have this one. So she began to brew something up herself.

In the dead of the night, raising fog with her blood dripping fingers and murder on her mind, Dubheasa went to the crime scene. Her attempt to coerce the soul of her lover back into the world of the living failed drastically. Only halfway returned, the soul - shown as a ghostly, white, confused figure - of her beloved Charlotte was doomed to sit in the tower of her mansion for eternity, reliving in her mind the most painful day of her existence. Waiting for a lover that she couldn't see before her eyes, with her mind split and her memories splintered. In her vain and greed, Dubheasa had closed the path to eternal peace and quiet for Charlotte forever.

Shocked, disgusted with herself, in even more pain than before, and feeling endlessly guilty, Dubheasa couldn't face the wrath of the coven. After meddling with the poor girl's soul, the coven - the real big coven, not her subcoven, poured their wrath out. But her teacher defended Dubheasa. Dubheasa knew none of it. She knew the coven finally had enough reason to be rid of her forever. So she ran and never looked back. No one from the coven has contacted her since and she had not contacted the coven.

She began to build a life in seclusion from everyone and everything. In the middle of the woods, just her in a hut and nature. She lived like this for a while until she, more through accident than intention, ended up being offered a spot in the Black Lions. She took it in an instant, her mouth having been faster than her brain. Now she is a guard to a powerful woman, Duchess Gisele Marie de Vauex.