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Name: Annika Tara Falling Star
Alias: Falling Star; Proud Star; Blue Knight; Keeper of the East
Pronouns: she/her
Age: 23
Birthday: August 8, 1789 (Starting date is October 31st of any year)
Birth Place: Upper Canada - St. Lawrence River (Present day Kahnawake, Quebec, Canada)
Source: From the Creator
Domain: Transformation

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Height: 5’5”
Weight: 165
Build: Endomorph; strong, carries weight in hips
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Long, dark brown
Skin Tone: Light brown, tans easily
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Double ear piercings left ear, three right, right helix and daith. Tattoo of Raven embracing sun on R upper arm/deltoid.
Personal Style: During the warmer months she wears soft deer skins as a short dress to her knees or separated into two pieces. Its interwoven with beads done by her grandmother. During the colder months it is a longer dress, and an assortment of furs as a cover. She goes bare foot when able, or wears moccasins made from beaver for waterproofing and other animal hides for warmth and comfort. When hunting she wears long pants with a longer tunic, sinched with a Wampum belt.

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Friendly * Perfectionist * Intuitive * Reckless * Adaptable * Distrustful

Sexuality: Two-Spirited
Relationship Status: Single
Fatal Flaw: Perfectionist
Inner Demon: To watch the colonists burn on the ships they used to bring disease, faminie, and war to her home.

Habits: Zoning out; dancing randomly
Hobbies: Feeding animals; Sewing;
Fears:

• Onyare: giant serpent like creature of the Great Lakes, known for capsizing canoes and eating people
• Being choked or smothered.
• Failing her people

Likes:

• The Sky (sun, moon, and stars)
• The Wind
• The River
• Beading
• Hunting
• Dancing

Dislikes:

• The deep cold of Winter
• Ships
• The smell of gun powder
• White Man (other than the good ones a part of her tribe)
• Alcohol
• Snakes

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Skills: Limit 10. These can be combat or general skills. Anything you list here gets a +2 bonus on rolls.

• Sewing
• Plant knowledge - knowing the difference between edible and healing plants
• Tracking
• Stealth
• First Aide - tinctures, splints, salves, teas, wound care, bandaging
• Wilderness survival - hunting, cooking, starting fires, creating shelter
• Hand to Hand Combat
• Knife Fighting
• Agility
• Stamina

Medical Issues/Injuries:

• N/A

Possessions:

• Her mother’s necklace
• Labradorite stone found by her brother
• Journal - gifted by her father. Get's her a new one every year for her birthday. This one is about a quarter full.

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The Maiden - a Horror Past: When Annika turned five, her mother was in the last stages of her pregnancy. The Shaman was hopeful for her successful birth. All was well. However, on the day of her brother’s birth, Annika’s mother suffered with severe bleeding. Annika had never seen so much blood in her young life. Yet, she had been unable to look away due to the shock. Her mother stayed alive long enough for her brother to feed, but died shortly after. Annika was handed her baby brother and sent to care for him while her mother was prepared to be returned to the Creator.

The Mother - a Mad Truth: Annika wants the past to return to the present. She wants normalcy, she wants safety. Her people have warriors, as every tribe, but she had always felt safe and protected with them until the wars with the white man started. Life has become an unstable thing.

The Crone - a Grim Future: Annika is adventurous and curious, but she is also reckless. She thinks up a plan before executing it, knowing if she has that, she can accomplish anything. Except in the heat of battle, Annika will act on whatever animalistic instinct she has taken the form of. It has made her become reckless. She will cross any line she needs to for the good of her people. For their freedom.

The Lore: Annika’s home is undergoing tremendous change. Since she could walk, Annika was exposed to the ceremonies her people undertook for healing, hunting, and release. When she was five, she finally understood the ceremony for release. When she was twelve, she underwent a ritual she hadn’t witnessed before. During the transition from girlhood to womanhood, Annika went through another change. She received the gift of transformation from the Creator and a vision regarding upcoming changes.

Strange new people had already encroached on their territory, bringing diseases, weapons, and war. Annika’s vision only confirmed what her people already feared. However, that didn’t stop them from welcoming white men or taking them to improve their numbers and genetics. Annika’s father was a British white man who married her mother after she was born. This man brought new religion and taught Annika to speak English, read, and write.

Traditionally, Annika’s people were gatherers. They were gifted with the knowledge of agriculture from the “Three Sisters”, harvesting mostly corn, squash, and beans. They have hunters and warriors, but women often stayed within the Longhouses. It wasn’t until Annika’s ceremony that her people learned of her power and learned she was two-spirited. She began her training as a warrior the next day. She undertook further studies with the elders and Shamans to practice her transformative gift. “Shapeshifting”, as she started to call it.
June 1812 began another great conflict, and Annika and her people found themselves in the middle. By this time, Annika had fought in many battles and wars. She had a taste for the hunt and was adept at it. The Creator, Coyote, and other gods of her people gifted her generously.

In October, her people were in the middle of a battle when Annika was injured. She shifted back from her hawk form, an arrow still in her shoulder when her enemy pinned her down. It was then that she blacked out and awoke in a foreign land. The arrow was gone, but still, Annika assessed the damage; sure, she had been raped, but gloriously she remained unmarked; however, Annika didn’t consider herself safe in this strange new land.

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Character Quote: “Our past directs our future.”
Song: Skoden - Digging Roots (Skoden = "let's go"/"let's do this"/yes to a duel)
Anything Else: HoO - Ezekiel Kel
Loki
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Name: Jack Hawthorne
Alias Shadowbringer, Wanderer from Beyond, The Man of a Million Doors, The Stranger in the Moonlight
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 36
Birthday: November 13th,1990
Birth Place: United States, Earth
Source: A place between tangible worlds known as the Everdark. Some call it the void, but it is an infinite expanse of winding, occluded reality that behaves differently from ours. Despite being a source of fathomless dark energy, and the fact that one can easily get lost in it, the Everdark is not an inherently evil place. It lives and breathes like a sentient creature, and chooses what it reveals to its inhabitants. The Everdark connects to all manners of existence like the trunk of a tree. If you find yourself lost here, there is always a way home. Few people have heard of it, though, and fewer have been there. Jack is one such person, and as a result, the energy of the Everdark flows through him as if he was still there.
Domain: Umbramancy

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Height: 5’9”
Weight:
Build: 173 lbs
Eyes: Dark purple
Hair: Black, and an absolute mess 24/7
Skin Tone: Light
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Jack is covered in a bunch of old scars here and there, too many to list in short order. One that stands out is a large burn scar across his entire left shoulder
Personal Style:Everything Jack wears looks like a lazy attempt to fit into a dark academia setting: Long wool coats that flow like water, worn baggy pants, the occasional trench coat and dill colors. His style is so low maintenance that it often masks his presence as a competent wizard, and just makes him seem like he’s a nobody. The only exception is a pair of knee-length boots that he always wears no matter where he goes.

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Gentle * Vindictive * Caring * Obsessive * Patient * Stubborn

Sexuality: Gay
Relationship Status: Single
Fatal Flaw: He often doesn’t realize it, but Jack prides himself greatly on his magic ability. He accepts a challenge easily. To a similar end, he’ll run himself ragged before he slows down and admits he needs help. Whether out of some need to not show weakness, a fear of burdening others, or both. In the past, this has led to Jack sacrificing his own physical well-being for something he desired.
Inner Demon: Thirst for knowledge
Habits: Absentmindedly floating inches above the ground, and talking in long-winded sentences.
Hobbies: Exploring new places, reading books, and learning about magic.
Fears:

• Stagnation
• The consequences of his actions
• Drowning

Likes: At least 6

• Coffee
• Cold weather
• Studying magic
• Dark places
• Calm music
• Mysteries

Dislikes: At least 6

• Spicy food
• Warm weather
• Religious leaders
• Intense light
• Loud noises
• Sand

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Skills: Limit 10. These can be combat or general skills. Anything you list here gets a +2 bonus on rolls.

• Supernatural Lore
• Magical Expertise
• Agility
• Magic Combat
• Stealth
• Investigation
• Survival
• Extra-planar Navigation
• Card Games

Medical Issues/Injuries: Any long term medical problems or past medical problems need to be listed here. Put N/A if your character doesn't really have any.

• Missing a physical left arm, replaced with a magic one. Still feels pain in his shoulder.

Possessions: Limited to the spots provided. Yes, I do mean three. This is what your character has on them when the clock strikes three on Hallow's Eve.

• A handwritten book full of magic knowledge recorded over the years
• A half-empty bottle of wine and a now-broken wine glass
• An enchanted pocket watch that never stops ticking, set to California’s time zone.

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The Maiden - a Horror Past: Jack has met many people along his travels through existence. Once such person was a magician who called himself Reza. He was the sun of Jack's moon, and from childhood they were close friends. He even followed Jack into the Everdark, where they leapt across the universe to its outer rim together. The Everdark did not respond well to Reza's presence. Gradually, his soul was poisoned due to the fact that he came uninvited. Day after day, it would change him, turning him into something less like himself while Jack was unharmed. He was welcome in this world, and Reza was not.

Jack hadn't developed a strong enough understanding to summon a way out of the Everdark yet, meaning the nearest portal was thousands of miles away, and so Reza's struggle wasn't enough in the end. He became something monstrous, unable to recognize Jack. He was a feral animal with a corrupted mind, and there was nothing to do but put him out of his misery. Jack laid him to rest in that place, in a region they both named the Moonstone Valley. Jack wasn't ever the same after the day he watched the light fade from his friend's eyes. It made him feel distant about the idea of attachments. Nothing fills that void like Reza did.

The Mother - a Mad Truth: There is nothing left in the world for Jack. He tells himself and others that there is nothing he wants in life, that he doesn’t have dreams or aspirations. Because all things will pass in time, to chase the things is to fill a void that one is doomed to become in the end. Jack has been to countless worlds, made friends with beings from worlds with names no human can pronounce, and every time he has done this, he has moved on.

The truth he hasn’t come to terms with in his entire life is that Jack longs for a place that can give him what nigh boundless knowledge of the universe cannot: A place to exist in peace. In every corner of reality, there was something that called him there, but nothing to keep Jack from leaving. He doesn’t know how to settle down and stay in one place, as lonely as it is to not.

The Crone - a Grim Future: The troubled child who fell out of the known universe and into a living, breathing darkness is long gone. In his place is a man who finds eternal majesty in the structure of existence. Every new direction yields a place forgotten by time, newly formed, abandoned by millennia-old civilizations, or perhaps untouched by life entirely. A lonely voyage into places unknown is quiet, but to Jack, it is fulfilling. This is for the better, because Jack would be a very different person if it wasn’t.

In a world where there was no serenity to be felt in watching the birth of entire universes, or wisdom to be found in being the only living thing to set foot in a city for billions of eons, then there would be nothing to put Jack’s mind at ease. Solitude has a way of twisting the mind, and without that wonder to be filled with, he would feel nothing but contempt for everyone in existence who had what he didn’t: Companionship, belonging, and inner stillness. If he can’t have those things, then why should they? Jack’s grim future is one where no one is safe from his presence, or the hate he never found a way to reconcile with. Worlds would speak his name in conversations of extinctions and the end times. The troubled child would follow him everywhere, and he would never to come to terms with the fact that some people are happier than him, because they would not survive.

The Lore: Min. 2 paragraphs describing your character's life up to that fateful Hallow's Eve. Consider how they acquired their magic, how they got to where they are, and why they would rank as someone with potentially cosmic importance in the mystic arts.

Once upon a time, Jack Hawthorne was just a kid. He lived in a dead-end town where everyone knew each other. The kind of place anyone even slightly different is ganged up on. He didn’t fit in. Despite this, he always took things in stride, like water against a window. This all changed when he was walking home one day, during a particularly gloomy evening. The evening sun was obscured by heavy clouds, and the ground was darker than it realistically should have been. Before he knew it, he fell into a shadow. And then he went through it. He watched the world fall away around him, and he landed in a lake of black, oily water that felt like ink between his fingers.

The sky didn’t exist, it was like looking at a color that one could only picture in their mind but not visually perceive. The land he found himself in felt alive, the horizon swelled and groaned like metal under stress, and flowed through him as though he were a part of it. There was no light, and yet he found himself able to blindly understand where things were. But Jack didn’t know where he was just yet. He ventured out to figure out where he was, and found figments of earth cities nearby. Places that looked familiar, but were also foreign to him.

With a wave of his hand, Jack distorted the ground he walked on. With another, the fabric of this dark reality would bend around him. This place was just as much an extension of him as he was of it. It rubbed off on him, and he felt… Different. More aware of himself. More capable, and blessed with magic. He couldn’t find the way back home, but with time, his curiosity would no doubt reveal away.

Only it revealed more than one way out. It revealed millions. Within days spent trapped in what he came to call the Everdark, Jack learned to bend the shadows around him into something tangle. In a week, he learned to fly and fold three-dimensional space like paper, and punch holes through it to facilitate travel. This world was ominous, but there was beauty and majesty hidden behind the somber veneer he was first introduced to. Other worlds bled into it like water from clouds. Eventually, Jack took to stepping into these traces of foreign lands, and he found himself in their native realities.

By the time he had officially spent his first year in the Everdark, Jack had filled three separate journals with knowledge he had acquired from studying this place, the magical abilities it had afforded him, and the places he could go if he used the Everdark like a nexus. Others tried to follow the amateur wizard into what they thought was just a pocket dimension, only to have an entire plane of reality weaponized against them. This power changed the trajectory of Jack’s life for the better. He was no longer the kid without a place in the world, because the entire world itself was his home now.

Jack spent the next 20 years traveling different realities. He studied magic in every corner of the World Tree, stood upon the remains of dead gods the size of continents and drew from them wisdom of a thousand lifetimes. He sailed through the void of empty space and watched the birth of the first stars to ever grace those stretches of the cosmos. In an endless yearning to see more of the world, Jack has made countless allies and just as many enemies in the world. He is no legend by any means, but his name is spoken in circles where humanity has never set foot.

What sets Jack apart from most “master” wizards is the place he draws power from. In all of human history, only a few hundred people have ever set foot in the Everdark. It is a living, breathing universe all its own, and it is known to those lucky few as the shadow that the universe casts. Those that can find a way in find themselves inside by accident most often, but the rest are rejected by it. They are twisted and corrupted, and will eventually lose themselves in the darkness that others thrive in. As one of the so-called Shadowtouched, as Jack describes, he wields magical power even a Sorcerer Supreme cannot access.

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Character Quote: “When we think of the unknown, we imagine horror lurking in the shadows, and fear that which we cannot understand. But there is safety in the mystery, in the prospect of walking with the unspeakable things of this world. For once you step into that darkness, all that is known will not dare to harm you.”
Song: ”No solace at all. We once heard the lasting call, but now we praise the Void."
Anything Else: Scarlet Witch... Because she's hot lmao
Immortal Flaming Hippie Wizard Tree
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Name: Jack Hawthorne
Alias The Sable Drifter, the Castaway, the Master of Shadows... Too many to count.
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: ̸̦͊ ̶͓͆̄ ̴̛͖͚̑ ̶͓̂
Birthday: November 13th,1990...?
Birth Place: United States, Earth
Source: A place between tangible worlds known as the Everdark. Some call it the void, but it is an infinite expanse of winding, occluded reality that behaves differently from ours. Despite being a source of fathomless dark energy, and the fact that one can easily get lost in it, the Everdark is not an inherently evil place. It lives and breathes like a sentient creature, and chooses what it reveals to its inhabitants. The Everdark connects to all manners of existence like the trunk of a tree. If you find yourself lost here, there is always a way home. Few people have heard of it, though, and fewer have been there. Jack is one such person, and as a result, the energy of the Everdark flows through him as if he was still there.
Domain: Umbramancy

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Height: 5’9”
Weight: 173 lbs
Eyes: Dark purple
Hair: Black, and an absolute mess 24/7
Skin Tone: Light
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Jack is covered in a bunch of old scars here and there, too many to list in short order. One that stands out is a large burn scar across his entire left shoulder
Personal Style:A time-worn, ever transient man, Jack favors practicality for a long journey. The roads between reality are cold, the weather rarely favorable. Everything Jack wears is a lazy attempt to fit into a dark academia setting: Long wool coats that flow like water, worn baggy pants, the occasional trench coat and dill colors. His style is so low maintenance that it often masks his presence as a competent wizard, and just makes him seem like he’s a nobody. The only exception is a pair of knee-length boots that he always wears no matter where he goes.

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Gentle * Vindictive * Caring * Obsessive * Patient * Stubborn

Always the ominous one in the room, Jack evokes an air of mystery and gloomy serenity wherever he goes. He is perpetually unthreatened or unbothered by the unknown, and always welcomes something new to change his day. Jack prefers to listen and observe more than speak and act, often letting things unravel naturally rather than getting involved and stopping something before it gets too serious. Going with the flow the way Jack does, he tends to find himself in peril a lot, but even when his life is on the line, he’s levelheaded. Despite his easygoing nature, something that always springs Jack towards action is his curiosity. He has an astoundingly inquisitive mind that always pushes him to learn the things that human beings simply were not meant to learn. The weight of unfathomable knowledge is that of an anchor to some, but only a grain of sand to Jack. He plunges into the unknown, no matter how horrible the horrors lurking there may be, because it brings him comfort to set foot in places that others shudder at. The old saying that knowledge is power fills him with serenity and purpose. It is for this reason that Jack cares nothing for legacy. Even if there is never another living soul in all of the great sea of entropic existence who would carry on with his exploration, he would rest with the knowledge he gained from them, and that would be enough.

The flipside of his attitude towards the world is that Jack tends to foster reckless tendencies. If he can discover some hidden secrets by cracking open moldy ruins, he’ll figure it out before he catches a disease for which there is no cure. If someone is hunting him down, he doesn’t devise a plan to stop them. Jack just responds by not forcing anything and doesn’t let fear control him. It hasn’t gotten the better of him yet, but there is a first time for everything. Everything falls into place as it does, and one can either be patient or swim against the current. When interacting with other people, Jack is typically either quite friendly or pointlessly bitter, depending on how others act around him. When someone is nice enough to warrant being friends, he’ll willingly burn down all of reality just to keep his loved ones safe. But anyone who gets on his bad side will never hear the end of it. Even when his pride is wounded, there are few times when Jack doesn't let a rude comment slide. Most people simply aren't close enough to him or know him well enough for their opinions to matter.

In the aftermath of the New York City disaster, Jack is significantly less willing to take such grandiose risks. Now, he has a kid to look after, and the well-being of another is what it took to humble him. Knowing that he's a man out of time means he isn't so quick to cause a ruckus, since most of it would likely come back to haunt Annika. That is something he simply isn't willing to let happen.

Sexuality: Gay
Relationship Status: Single
Fatal Flaw: He often doesn’t realize it, but Jack prides himself greatly on his magic ability. He accepts a challenge easily. To a similar end, he’ll run himself ragged before he slows down and admits he needs help. Whether out of some need to not show weakness, a fear of burdening others, or both. In the past, this has led to Jack sacrificing his own physical well-being for something he desired.
Habits: Absentmindedly floating inches above the ground, and talking in long-winded sentences.
Hobbies: Exploring new places, reading books, and learning about magic.
Fears:

• Stagnation
• The consequences of his actions
• Drowning

Likes: At least 6

• Coffee
• Cold weather
• Studying magic
• Dark places
• Calm music
• Mysteries

Dislikes: At least 6

• Spicy food
• Warm weather
• Religious leaders
• Intense light
• Loud noises
• Sand

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Skills:

• Supernatural Lore
• Magical Expertise
• Agility
• Magic Combat
• Stealth
• Investigation
• Survival
• Extra-planar Navigation
• Card Games

Medical Issues/Injuries:

• Missing a physical left arm, replaced with a magic one. Still feels pain in his shoulder.

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The Lore: Min. 2 paragraphs describing your character's life up to that fateful Hallow's Eve. Consider how they acquired their magic, how they got to where they are, and why they would rank as someone with potentially cosmic importance in the mystic arts.

Once upon a time, Jack Hawthorne was just a kid. He lived in a dead-end town where everyone knew each other. The kind of place anyone even slightly different is ganged up on. He didn’t fit in. Despite this, he always took things in stride, like water against a window. This all changed when he was walking home one day, during a particularly gloomy evening. The evening sun was obscured by heavy clouds, and the ground was darker than it realistically should have been. Before he knew it, he fell into a shadow. And then he went through it. He watched the world fall away around him, and he landed in a lake of black, oily water that felt like ink between his fingers.

The sky didn’t exist, it was like looking at a color that one could only picture in their mind but not visually perceive. The land he found himself in felt alive, the horizon swelled and groaned like metal under stress, and flowed through him as though he were a part of it. There was no light, and yet he found himself able to blindly understand where things were. But Jack didn’t know where he was just yet. He ventured out to figure out where he was, and found figments of earth cities nearby. Places that looked familiar, but were also foreign to him.

With a wave of his hand, Jack distorted the ground he walked on. With another, the fabric of this dark reality would bend around him. This place was just as much an extension of him as he was of it. It rubbed off on him, and he felt… Different. More aware of himself. More capable, and blessed with magic. He couldn’t find the way back home, but with time, his curiosity would no doubt reveal away.

Only it revealed more than one way out. It revealed millions. Within days spent trapped in what he came to call the Everdark, Jack learned to bend the shadows around him into something tangle. In a week, he learned to fly and fold three-dimensional space like paper, and punch holes through it to facilitate travel. This world was ominous, but there was beauty and majesty hidden behind the somber veneer he was first introduced to. Other worlds bled into it like water from clouds. Eventually, Jack took to stepping into these traces of foreign lands, and he found himself in their native realities.

By the time he had officially spent his first year in the Everdark, Jack had filled three separate journals with knowledge he had acquired from studying this place, the magical abilities it had afforded him, and the places he could go if he used the Everdark like a nexus. Others tried to follow the amateur wizard into what they thought was just a pocket dimension, only to have an entire plane of reality weaponized against them. This power changed the trajectory of Jack’s life for the better. He was no longer the kid without a place in the world, because the entire world itself was his home now.

Jack spent the next 20 years traveling different realities. He studied magic in every corner of the World Tree, stood upon the remains of dead gods the size of continents and drew from them wisdom of a thousand lifetimes. He sailed through the void of empty space and watched the birth of the first stars to ever grace those stretches of the cosmos. In an endless yearning to see more of the world, Jack has made countless allies and just as many enemies in the world. He is no legend by any means, but his name is spoken in circles where humanity has never set foot. He's the figure they whisper about over campfires, the man they never hope to meet again, or the man they want to kill due to some absurd story they played a part in.

What sets Jack apart from most “master” wizards is the place he draws power from. In all of human history, only a few hundred people have ever set foot in the Everdark. It is a living, breathing universe all its own, and it is known to those lucky few as the shadow that the universe casts. Those that can find a way in find themselves inside by accident most often, but the rest are rejected by it. They are twisted and corrupted, and will eventually lose themselves in the darkness that others thrive in. As one of the so-called Shadowtouched, as Jack describes, he wields magical power even a Sorcerer Supreme cannot access. And yet, for one fleeting moment in time, he may very well have become the Sorcerer Supreme of the time he found himself in. An old friend from a place where time flowed like an ocean, not a straight river, elected to conquer Earth by merging it with literal Hell. Alongside a few others pulled from times passed and yet to be, Jack stopped the incursion, saw to the demons' ruin, and watched Stephen Strange return from his false death.

Annika Falling Star was one of these people. Time is a strange thing. People run from it, and say there's never enough of it. It was Annika's actions that stopped the demon Witchfire from destroying Earth. But it came at the cost of all her years lived. They were taken, given back, and then they never happened. And on that day, Jack vowed to find where Annika came from. He took it upon himself to give her a second chance at life and reunite her with whatever life she lost.

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Character Quote: “I have traveled through an infinite expanse, strode down the expanse of the darkness beyond creation, and lived stories few would dream of... This may very well be my last.”
Song: Mogwai - Friend of the Night

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Name: Annika Hawthorne
Alias: The Child;
Pronouns: she/her
Age: 12
Birthday: October 31, 2012
Birth Place: New York City
Source: The Everdark
Domain: Umbramancy

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Height: 4’6”
Weight: 72 lbs
Build: Endomorph; strong
Eyes: Light Brown; Dark Purple when using powers
Hair: Long, dark brown
Skin Tone: Light brown, tans easily
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Double ear piercings: left ear, three right, right helix, and daith.
Personal Style:
Annika likes flowing clothes and floral prints. She is a fan of colour but tends to gravitate to purple and black clothes. She is often found running around the Everdark barefoot, but when she ventures to other worlds, she wears sandals or black keds.
She will often braid her hair back in one braid or braid the sides of her hair to tuck behind her ears. She sports silver jewellery in her ears in the shapes of stars or leaves or studs.

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Friendly * Perfectionist * Intuitive * Reckless * Adaptable * Distrustful

Sexuality: Bisexual
Relationship Status: Single
Fatal Flaw: Perfectionist
Habits: Zoning out; dancing randomly
Hobbies: Drawing; Combat training; Reading books
Fears:

• Getting lost (mazes)
• Dragons
• Being choked or smothered

Likes:

• The Stars
• The Shadow Cat
• Drawing
• Writing
• History
• Dancing
• Music
• Travel

Dislikes:

• TV
• Snakes

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Skills: Limit 10. These can be combat or general skills. Anything you list here gets a +2 bonus on rolls.

• Archery
• Plant knowledge - knowing the difference between edible and healing plants
• Magic Combat
• Stealth
• First Aide - tinctures, splints, salves, teas, wound care, bandaging
• Hand to Hand Combat
• Agility
• Stamina

Medical Issues/Injuries:

Possessions:

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Born again in New York City after fighting off Ananym, Annika was adopted by Jack Hawthorne and taken to live in The Everdark. She grew up having all her needs met and never wanting for anything; however, growing up in a world of ever changing darkness with an overpowered father is anything but normal. And yet, Annika has loved every moment of it.

Her adoptive father has been teaching her everything about his world while helping her discover her past self and the lives she lived before. And there is more yet to come.

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Character Quote: “What begins, ends, then begins again.”
Song:
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