"They turned you into a weapon and told you to find peace."
Lonely. Broken. Determined. The Outcast.
. Essentials .
- 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
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.
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