"Would you mind getting inside the oven to clean it?"
Name: Eudora Esmeralda Erebus
Aliases:Mama Joon - Grand Mama
Age: ???
Birthday:???
Ethnicity: Beyond Such Frivilous Things
Birth Place: ???
Place of Residency: Untamed Forest Area in Altsoba
Hometown: Nature is her Home
Gender: Female. (She thinks.)
Highest Level of Education: No Formal Education
Occupation: Witch
Languages: The Tongue of Animals, and Old/New English. Basic Understanding of All Dead Languages.
Height: 5" 11'
Weight: Weighs the Same as a Duck
Body Type: Stout, Large, and Made of Wood
Eye Color: Black as the Coals She was Burned In
Hair Color and Style: Silver grey, frizzy and light as the morning mist. Frequently described as a storm cloud on her shoulders. Never combed, nor cleaned, simply left to do what it pleases.
Skin Tone: White as Bone
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Varius small scars and bruises from accidents.
Personal Style: Dust caked rags was all she ever had. Eudora had no need for Gucci bags or designer clothes. She prefered to work with what she had, like a "true witch." Extracting materials from silk-worms, cotton plants and discarded clothes left in her realm. True, she could use a bit of hocus-pocus to create brilliant leather and the smoothest silk. But with time outside her little hut, she learned people seemed to adore her look. Fingerless gloves, shawls, etensive jewlery, and silly hats hats were seemed to be normal for the modern witch, and Eudora didn't have the heart to dissapoint (what she assumed) were her fans, and thus kept the look of raggty old street begger.
•Crazy •Independent •Wicked •Dangerous
Sexuality:Open to One and All
Relationship Status: Single (For now.)
Personality:Eudora is mad. Just, mad. She cackles, and chuckles over a cauldron, she laughs after the most gruesome of murders just because she thought of a joke. She dispises those who take life too seriously. People who refuse to smile in the direst of situations, where a smile would be the most helpful. Eudora adores the shock of the unenlightened as she rants on about touchy subjects without a care in the world. Why take life seriously when you're immortal?
Eudora, despite using curses of the non-magic kind more than the magic kind, is a gentle person. Though her lack of social skills and love for morbid humour caused her to be shunned by everyone save the most disgusting of freaks. Whom she called friends. Sadly, those crazy few have now been long gone from Eudora's life and so Eudora took up a life of solitude. Wandering about her many huts in the most reclusive of places, but Eudora herself is not reclusive. She's a good host and a great cook. Welcoming in any wanderer who stumbles upon her cabin with open arms and a pot of soup. Frequently disguising herself as a beautiful woman to calm those nervous few who get lost in their hiking trips.
Because past all the hexes, and Eye of Newt Stew lies a good woman with a twisted sense of humour.
Habits:- Hexing
- Cackling
- Staying up till the Witching Hour
- Offering Poisoined Apples to women in huts owned by dwarfs.
Hobbies:- Wearing a Witch Costume in September
- Communicating with Eldritch Abominations
- Inviting Guests to her Home
- Cooking
Fears: - Fear of Betryal
- Fear of Alienation
- Fear of Fire
- Fear of Religeon
Likes: + Animals
+ Nature
+ Cooking
+ The Supernatural
+ Crafting Spells
+ Getting Lost in Nature
+ Dark, lonely Areas
Dislikes: - "Normal" People
- Brightly Lit Areas
- Religion (Guess why.)
- Highly Industrialized Areas
- Rude People
- Unclean Homes
- Arrogant Witches
More Mental Skills:- Extensive Knowledge on Cooking
- Master at Witchery
- Telekinetic Telepath
- Knowlegble on Nature
- Beast Tamer
Physical Skills:- Knowlegble on how to Use Various Knives
- Surpringisly Resilient and Driven
- Higher Endurance Towards Harmful Magic
- Sleight of Hand Expert
Day to Day Belongings:- Grad-Mama's Book of Spells and Homemade Cooking
- Copious Amounts of Make-up
- Shrunken Head of a Voodoo Priestess (Capable of Giving Sage Advice)
- Switch-Blade
- Small Vials of Enchanted Herbs and Liquids for Good-Luck
- Enchanted Broom
- Ghost of Her Long Gone Cat
- Ritual Knife
- Various Enchanted Jewlery
Home:- Giant Ingrediant Stash (For recipies or other things)
- Cauldron
- Cabniets Full of Enchanted Food That Never Spoils
- Fine Collection of Bones
- Black Goat she Believes is Possed by a Guardian Spirit
- Stashes of Magical Items (For potions, spells, etc.)
- A Tap that Never Runs Out of Water
- Alter to the Gods
- Various Protection Spells Around Her Home (Keeps away anything not strong enough to break the charms, or anything Eudora doesn't permit in her home)
Life Before The Apocalypse Eudora can never remember a day where she wasn't a raggedy old hag. Thinking back as for as she could care to remember, Eudora only saw herself in the same position forever. Living in a hut outside of a small town, lonely, and constantly working. Sometimes she'd get snippets of memories from her past life. Cooking for her family, who all now have been hanged for witchcraft or never write, or taking care of her kids' kids. She can barely remember the times she left her shabby hut.
Eudora does remember some events that happened outside her home. Salem Witch Trails, Industrialised Era, playing some "Pong." She was enthralled by how the world accepted magic so readily! They used sorcery to communicate to each other on tablets made of the smoothest stone and rode in giant metal bugs. The way they pronounced "thaumaturgy" as "technology" bugged her a bit, but she didn't mind too much.
Her favourite ritual of hers in the new world was by far the festivity of Halloween. She still couldn't believe there was a day celebrating the eldritch and witchy instead of hunting them. Eudora still vividly remembers being cheered on as she rode away on a broom.
Times, however, is quickly passing her. Her memory fades further and she retreats deeper into her forest. Wishing never to be seen.
Life Leading Up To the Apocalypse // What Brings You to Altsoba Eudora had no attention to ever leave her home again. The world was quickly growing more cynical and strange, ever so more sensitive and blind to the world around them. She gazed with contempt at the little down past the lush trees and fine soil. Until now.
Eudora felt many vile energies and even more vile news as the days passed on. She'd frequently hear locks shattering with every bad news she gained. Tall tales of witches and demons killing people. "Hog-wash," she'd spit every time that damned shrunken head whined about another tragedy or another spell being cast. She was convinced it was all just a few miscast spells by young witches with no idea what they were doing.
That is until she felt the shudder. Powerful, intense magic was used that even the most mundane of mortals could feel. A warm aura of peace filled her damp hut and for once, Eudora almost felt relived. There was nothing to do but go out and investigate. She just had to! She never felt a spell that great, the rumours of the world ending and demons escaping were worth risking just to take a peak at what caused that powerful blast.
The world ain't so bad after all.
Theme Song: Deviances: Eudora has never shied away from the dark arts, she knows the Underworld like she knows the back of her own hand. Eudora is a master at sensing magic, and detecting intent. Any curse or blessing you place on her or anything or anyone else and Eurdora will notice instantly. She may not be able to know exactly what the cast spell was, but she will have a vague idea about it and be able to discern if it's dangerous or not.
Extra Information:I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay."Turtles are such boring pets, I prefer dragons as scaly companions."
