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Most people know of or have heard of the Salem witch trials, in which they would hunt down women and men - and sometimes animals - accused of using witchcraft. These so-called ‘witches’ would be forced into a trial to prove their innocence, which would typically result in the accused’s death.
Witchcraft has risen again, in certain individuals. These people were phenomenons in the public eye, and gained attention from everywhere. There were videos, posts, blogs, and pictures dedicated to making these miracles widely known and famous. However, an incident occurred, changing that drastically.
One day, a young witch, by the name of Merletta Backus, used her powers to commit a mass murder of hundreds of people in a small town in Wyoming. That’s when the Hunts began.
In the beginning, the Hunts were merely the police hunting Merletta down, to stop her from any more violent acts and to bring her to justice. Unfortunately, citizens without power took it much farther. Some believed that the witches were going to turn against them and use them for their own purposes, essentially taking over the world. Soon, there was a decree that any witch, or person assisting a witch, would be taken in, questioned, and then locked away in a prison built to prevent them from using their abilities.
Chaos ensued. Hundreds of the world’s witches were hunted down and brought into world governments, eventually sent to the prison or taken in for testing. There are very few left, and those that are have gone into hiding, seeking refuge with other witches, or with humans that disapprove of the Hunts. The witches that have grouped together call themselves ‘Covens’.
So, anyone interested?
Witchcraft has risen again, in certain individuals. These people were phenomenons in the public eye, and gained attention from everywhere. There were videos, posts, blogs, and pictures dedicated to making these miracles widely known and famous. However, an incident occurred, changing that drastically.
One day, a young witch, by the name of Merletta Backus, used her powers to commit a mass murder of hundreds of people in a small town in Wyoming. That’s when the Hunts began.
In the beginning, the Hunts were merely the police hunting Merletta down, to stop her from any more violent acts and to bring her to justice. Unfortunately, citizens without power took it much farther. Some believed that the witches were going to turn against them and use them for their own purposes, essentially taking over the world. Soon, there was a decree that any witch, or person assisting a witch, would be taken in, questioned, and then locked away in a prison built to prevent them from using their abilities.
Chaos ensued. Hundreds of the world’s witches were hunted down and brought into world governments, eventually sent to the prison or taken in for testing. There are very few left, and those that are have gone into hiding, seeking refuge with other witches, or with humans that disapprove of the Hunts. The witches that have grouped together call themselves ‘Covens’.
So, anyone interested?
Skye
Of course Skye had been shocked at learning that her new friend was a satyr. It wasn't everyday one meets a creature from mythology they had learned about in middle school. Already thoroughly excited about that, learning that she was also something out of mythology was dizzying. It didn't take long to adjust, though, and she was soon asking a thousand questions a minute while trying to pack what things she had for 'camp'.
"I have never been to a summer camp! What activities are there? Are there crafts? I love arts and crafts! Wait, you said I was the daughter of a god. Which god? Will I meet him?"
Suffice to say, the satyr was becoming quite irritated.
He had known to look for a powerful demigod, but never expected her to be a homeless teenager living in the streets of Brooklyn. It was a wonder that Skye hadn't been killed by a monster by then. In fact, she seemed absolutely fine with her situation. When she had exclaimed that she needed to pack her things, the satyr had been expecting a sleeping bag of some sort and maybe an extra pair of clothes. However, she pulled him to an alley and began throwing piles of clothes, food, and other essentials into a decent suitcase. Anyone else would have thought she was a spoiled rich girl who decided to 'run away' from home, only to come back the same day in tears.
The ride to the Camp was as uneventful as it gets; they grabbed a public bus and hopped off in the middle of no where. Skye was practically jumping out of her shoes in anticipation, even though all she could see was a hill. The satyr shook his head and smiled, before walking her to the Tree and into Camp. With eyes wide and a smile even wider, Skye followed the satyr closely down the hill and to a large cabin.
As soon as Skye was dropped off at the Cabin, the satyr took off back up the hill, mumbling something about other recruits and schedules. "Uhh. What do I do now?"
Cam
Cam could honestly say that he'd never seen the entrance of a camp quite like this. Not only was it incredibly obscure, but it was also in the middle of the city. How do they fit a whole camp in here? It didn't help that in front of the door was a kid, decked out in ancient armor and carrying a deadly weapon. As soon as Cam approached, they gripped their weapon tighter and stood at attention. Once they saw that he was just a teenager, however, they relaxed and even smiled at him.
"New recruit? You can just head right on in. {Guard #1} is already taking another recruit inside. Run and you can catch up to them. Just follow the path."
Cam shrugged and jogged inside, coming to a sudden halt when he caught a glance at the scenery. Between us and the gathering of buildings similar to a school's dorm sector was a river that fed into a lake in another, bigger area. This one was closer in similarity to an actual town. On a hill near that town sat a grouping of small buildings, styled in the way that an ancient temple would have been. It was a lot to take in, and Cam would have continued gawking if he hadn't spotted the pair he was supposed to meet up with a few yards down the path. "Hey, wait up!" He caught up and followed at the same place, looking at the girl who wasn't wearing armor. So... what's up?"
My entrance will be coming in the next day, don't worry!
Cass
Yes, it was 6 pm. Yes, I had just gotten out of bed.
It's not my fault my head was pounding and I could barely see straight. Okay, it is my fault. But who doesn't want to have a good night with drinks and, well, you know. "Fun".
By the time I had made it back to the den, it was extremely late. Scratch that, it was actually early considering the clock read 6 am. Anyway, most were asleep, and those who weren't were going about business, as I probably should have been doing. Since no one woke me up, I didn't bother getting up. I needed all the free time I could get; it comes in scarce doses. Of course, this only leaves me to go to the extreme whenever I can, like last night. I don't do it frequently. In fact, this is the first time I've gotten drunk for a little over a month. Congratulations me! (Man, they should really award me for that)
A hangover is probably one of the worst feelings that could have been blessed upon us mortals. Of course, the only cure for that was a hot cup of coffee, black, and a donut. Towing my new-found 'breakfast' along, I wandered through the house to the fireplace - I needed my warmth, too, despite what some rumors may say. It didn't take me too long to find Kate standing by the back door, apparently watching something intently.
"You know, I like to stalk people, too, but I try to hide it from others in the house." I smirked and glanced outside. "Not like I have any reputation to uphold, but people tend to judge. Anyway, who're you spying on?
:: Personal Information ::
Full Birth-Given Name: "Name's Maelen Cassandra Amelia Bealer. Yeah, I know it's long. No need to remind me."
Preferred Name // Nickname: "I really couldn't care less. I've been called Mae or Cass before, though. Prefer Cass."
Sexual Orientation & Gender: "Again, don't care. Depends on my mood."
Years Since My Birth: "I don't know... 22? Somewhere around there."
At What Age Were You Turned?: "What kinds of questions are these? Let's see... 18, turning 19? Maybe it was 20?"
Pack Standing: "Beta."
How Long Have You Been With the Devereaux Pack?: "A couple of years."
Also Knowing: "Well, if you were interested, my favorite color is dark red.
:: General Information ::
Family Members Affected by the Shiver: "I suppose I did have parents. Haven't talked to them for years. Names were Anna and Mike. Not much else to say about them, other than the fact that they probably don't miss my sorry ass. Had a younger brother and sister, too. Wonder how they're doing."
Furry Companions: "Wouldn't be able to take care of them, to tell you the truth."
:: Other Information ::
Song That Best Describes Me: "That's pretty damn cheesy. I guess I'd go with Ignorance Is Bliss."
Who Turned You and Changed Your Life: "You know, I'm not entirely sure about that either. It was the middle of the night. I was taking a safe walk through my neighborhood, careful to stay in sight of other people. Okay, I was drunk as hell, walking through the woods on the way to yet another bar. I had lost sight of my friends, but we all knew where we were going. Of course, that's when I get knocked to the ground. Felt like a damn truck rammed into me. Never saw the guy. Probably passed out before I could. And, well, you know the rest of the story. Typical 'getting used to the new bod' tale."
My Life Before the Shiver Overtook Me and How It Effected Me: "Life before was... different? I mean, obviously. But hear me out, a'ight? When I was a lot younger, I was a great kid. Straight A's, volunteered, sports master, lots of friends, the whole shebang. Man, I was such a b*tch. No pun intended."
"Anyway, as I got older, I hung out with different people and got a whole new take on life. I didn't care about how the next basketball game was going to go. In fact, I quit when I went to high school. My grades didn't drop too far; I still got B's, but mostly C's. My social life went wild! I don't think I was at home for more than two hours each night, and those hours were used to sleep. Fortunately, I didn't do anything much worse than drink. Eventually, my parents got too pissed off with... me. Just, everything about me. They kicked me out of the house, and, honestly, I don't blame them. I'm kind of glad, actually, 'cause that place was dull."
"From that point on, I basically stayed at friends' houses, until I was kicked out of those as well. Once I got a job, I got a cheap-ass apartment in a not-so-great area of town. I partied more, drank, and just generally lived like a bum. Then, I was turned." She glances around, as if coming out of a trance. "I've put my life together more since then. I have a decent job, with enough money to sustain myself. Of course, I hang around the den a lot, and I enjoy my time here for the most part."
How Some People Might See Me: "... As a wreck? I don't know. If someone saw me when I get wasted, for sure. Even more so during the rare bar fight I get into." She smirks. "I'm still a pretty heavy drinker, but I know how to control myself, now. I think others would consider me bad ass. I hope others would consider me bad ass. Definition? Someone who can put their money where their mouth is. You know, if they threaten someone, they could actually take them down in a fight. That's me to a T. Not that that hasn't gotten me in trouble before. With scars to prove it."
Standing Before a Mirror, I See: "Oh, god. I hate this game. Let's see... I have dark black hair that falls down to about the bottom of my rib cage. It's slightly shaved over my right ear and is slightly wavy. My skin is pretty flawless, I have to say. Dainty nose, complete with a piercing through the right nostril. Eyebrows are thin and close to my eyes, which are dark brown, almond shaped, and close-set. My right ear has two piercings and my left has four, but I don't always wear them all. I could be considered curvy, but I'd mostly describe myself as muscular. Gotta keep in shape if I'm gonna take a grown man down, you know? Clothing... I usually wear something simple like jeans, a shirt, and a flannel button-up. Oh, I'm 5'8" Sweet, right?"
By the way, is my character accepted?
Lena
By the end of the flight, Lena was ready to tear her ears off. The last time she had been around this many people was over twenty years ago, and the change was quite a shock. Not only was everyone talking, but there were babies crying, children yelling, and music blaring from somewhere at the back of the plane.
What a bunch of ass holes.
Her headphones were not doing much to block the noise out, either. As soon as they touched down, she was out of her seat with her bags before the other passengers could even stand up.
She made her way through the airport with her head down and a single earbud in, hoping to avoid the larger crowds. It didn't take long for that plan to go south. They were probably among the loudest at the airport, and there were only five of them there. One of them was huge, both in height and brawn. The rest were a bit more average-looking, depending on your definition of average. If Lena had to take a guess, she would suppose that this is the group she was there to meet.
It took all of her willpower not to completely avoid them. After observing for a while, Lena begrudgingly joined the gathering without speaking. She arrived just in time to watch one of them, a girl, jump on the brawny one, with some sort of exclamation. Lena heard the name 'Oskar' and concluded that the big one was he.
"Should have known someone who would go by the name of 'Undying' would look like that." She mumbled, almost to herself.
:: Personal Information ::
Full Birth-Given Name: "Name's Maelen Cassandra Amelia Bealer. Yeah, I know it's long. No need to remind me."
Preferred Name // Nickname: "I really couldn't care less. I've been called Mae or Cass before, though. Prefer Cass."
Sexual Orientation & Gender: "Again, don't care. Depends on my mood."
Years Since My Birth: "I don't know... 22? Somewhere around there."
At What Age Were You Turned?: "What kinds of questions are these? Let's see... 18, turning 19? Maybe it was 20?"
Pack Standing: TBA
How Long Have You Been With the Devereaux Pack?: "A couple of years."
Also Knowing: "Well, if you were interested, my favorite color is dark red.
:: General Information ::
Family Members Affected by the Shiver: "I suppose I did have parents. Haven't talked to them for years. Names were Anna and Mike. Not much else to say about them, other than the fact that they probably don't miss my sorry ass. Had a younger brother and sister, too. Wonder how they're doing."
Furry Companions: "Wouldn't be able to take care of them, to tell you the truth."
:: Other Information ::
Song That Best Describes Me: "That's pretty damn cheesy. I guess I'd go with Ignorance Is Bliss."
Who Turned You and Changed Your Life: "You know, I'm not entirely sure about that either. It was the middle of the night. I was taking a safe walk through my neighborhood, careful to stay in sight of other people. Okay, I was drunk as hell, walking through the woods on the way to yet another bar. I had lost sight of my friends, but we all knew where we were going. Of course, that's when I get knocked to the ground. Felt like a damn truck rammed into me. Never saw the guy. Probably passed out before I could. And, well, you know the rest of the story. Typical 'getting used to the new bod' tale."
My Life Before the Shiver Overtook Me and How It Effected Me: "Life before was... different? I mean, obviously. But hear me out, a'ight? When I was a lot younger, I was a great kid. Straight A's, volunteered, sports master, lots of friends, the whole shebang. Man, I was such a b*tch. No pun intended."
"Anyway, as I got older, I hung out with different people and got a whole new take on life. I didn't care about how the next basketball game was going to go. In fact, I quit when I went to high school. My grades didn't drop too far; I still got B's, but mostly C's. My social life went wild! I don't think I was at home for more than two hours each night, and those hours were used to sleep. Fortunately, I didn't do anything much worse than drink. Eventually, my parents got too pissed off with... me. Just, everything about me. They kicked me out of the house, and, honestly, I don't blame them. I'm kind of glad, actually, 'cause that place was dull."
"From that point on, I basically stayed at friends' houses, until I was kicked out of those as well. Once I got a job, I got a cheap-ass apartment in a not-so-great area of town. I partied more, drank, and just generally lived like a bum. Then, I was turned." She glances around, as if coming out of a trance. "I've put my life together more since then. I have a decent job, with enough money to sustain myself. Of course, I hang around the den a lot, and I enjoy my time here for the most part."
How Some People Might See Me: "... As a wreck? I don't know. If someone saw me when I get wasted, for sure. Even more so during the rare bar fight I get into." She smirks. "I'm still a pretty heavy drinker, but I know how to control myself, now. I think others would consider me bad ass. I hope others would consider me bad ass. Definition? Someone who can put their money where their mouth is. You know, if they threaten someone, they could actually take them down in a fight. That's me to a T. Not that that hasn't gotten me in trouble before. With scars to prove it."
Standing Before a Mirror, I See: "Oh, god. I hate this game. Let's see... I have dark black hair that falls down to about the bottom of my rib cage. It's slightly shaved over my right ear and is slightly wavy. My skin is pretty flawless, I have to say. Dainty nose, complete with a piercing through the right nostril. Eyebrows are thin and close to my eyes, which are dark brown, almond shaped, and close-set. My right ear has two piercings and my left has four, but I don't always wear them all. I could be considered curvy, but I'd mostly describe myself as muscular. Gotta keep in shape if I'm gonna take a grown man down, you know? Clothing... I usually wear something simple like jeans, a shirt, and a flannel button-up. Oh, I'm 5'8" Sweet, right?"
"Take a step back and assess the situation. You might be surprised at what you find."
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