Benzaiten

Looking for Story tellers!

Hi there! You sound exactly like what I might be looking for. I agree with all the things stated in the rules and feel the very same about smut. I haven't looked at your ideas yet as I wanted to ask if you're open for queer stories/characters to be in focus first? I love playing FxF couples and gay/queer characters most.

Adventure, Romance, Fantasy, Steampunk (FxF, queer)

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Let's Create a Story Together!

@TheBabyPea Hi! I am craving FxF as well. I've read through your pairings and all but I can't decide what I prefer or crave. I think I might need more of a rough premise idea. Leaning towards fantasy or sci-fi a bit I think or slice of life if we have a nice premise/plot idea (but I prefer even slice of life to have a different setting than our modern earth). Shoot me a PM with your current fav ideas/pairings or whatever comes to your mind if you're willing to give RPing together a try :)

Edit: Alternatively you can check out my 1x1 search to see if anything I put down floats your boat. It's not an extensive list but has some ideas listed nonetheless.

Avalia

Éliane & Lizzie

Time: 9:00 am
Location: Port Vanarosa
Interactions: @Tae | Lizzie -- [@Benazaiten] | Éliane (collab)
@Alivefalling | Barboda
Equipment Éliane:

Hider

clothing
longsword (currently used by Lizzie)
two daggers
her bow + arrows
backpack including:
one change of clothing
some rations (incl. water)
a pouch with 550 amas
a blanket
a washing cloth
a location sender
hair ties
a small one-hand shovel

Equipment Lizzie:

Hider

The clothes on her back

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As the sharp sword withdrew from her throat and she was released from the tight grip on her, Éliane lifted her hands slightly in defense. Rather a subconscious movement than intentional. She was in shock. But more so, she recognized, she was in awe. Only you would get mugged half-naked and find that adventurous. She would scold herself later.

But... something... about this person seemed... off? to her. Using light magic had crossed her mind within a second of capture, of course, it had. She might have been naive and careless enough to be captured by this... red-headed... gorgeous... quick-witted... Stranger! A stranger, Éliane ... But then again... a stranger is just a new friend to be made. She internally shook her head, not letting her inner quarry show on the outside. She is mugging you and you want to become friends? That's just like you, isn't it? Even with her own sword pointed at her chest, Éliane could not feel too threatened. Yes, her heart was beating in her chest, but there was no fear. It was... excitement. Her eyes ran down the woman's body, taking in her features. Something felt off. But god, she looked like trouble, and trouble had always called out to her.

"H-Hi...", she managed to say. She pulled a face that was more confused about her own tone of voice than anything else. "What kind of demi-human are you?" Had she really called her "love"? Éliane had only ever been addressed this way when alcohol was involved or someone felt the need to get her out of her undergarments. Which, she just noted once more, were still dripping wet and leaving her revealed to this... Stranger, Éliane! That hasn't changed.

"I... Why don't you put down my sword and I'll tell you where you can find a ship?" Her capturer had said she didn't want to hurt her - breath against her skin and whispers into her ear - and Éliane believed her. "Why were the elves after you?" She must have really pissed them off. Éliane had thought all skilled enough elves would gather in the Sun Elf Kingdom for the summoning of the humans.

A moment passed but this person seemed to not indulge her suggestion for lowering that sword. "Alright. As you can see... I have a bow and a quiver. Those are elven ones. If you haven't handled one before, be careful, they're a bit different from those made by demi-humans." Éliane swallowed. The situation started to sink into her consciousness. She was being mugged. Her personal bow, all of her money... And god, possibly her clothes. Unless she started to defend herself. There's no need. Still... something about that woman made her gut instincts defeat her logical senses.

"How would you feel about a deal? I will help you acquire your ship. You can have my rations. I'll point you in any direction you want; you see, I travel a lot, wherever you want to go, I should know how to get there. And in return, you will let me get dressed and keep my sword and bow?" If this stranger asked where she could get a ship... while standing on the island that was Port Vanarosa... she had no idea where she was. Something inside of Éliane felt like this was the beginning of some grand big story.

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Demi-human? Elves? Avalia? Lizzie’s mind was going a mile a minute as she tried to work out what this woman and those elves were talking about. Avalia sure did sound a lot like Avalon…”Jesus, Joseph, and Mary, I’m in fucking Tir Na nÓg.” She mumbled to herself with a sigh, but she didn’t take her eyes off of Éliane. If she truly were in the realm of the Fae then she’d have to keep her wits about her.

”What kind of demi-human I am is my business as is why those elves were chasing me. I feel far more comfortable with the sword in my hand and at the ready as I don’t know if you’re working with those elves as well, elf. And I may have not wielded a blade like this before, but it is a sword and I’m quite fond of swords, especially their ability to slash and impale.” Despite all of this, she did let the sword drop a tiny bit as she looked the woman over. Lizzie wasn’t secretive in the least as her eyes trailed down the woman’s body and then back up, giving her a playful smirk. If Lizzie could also use charm to get what she wanted she absolutely would.

She pondered the deal for a moment, having already decided to take her up on it, though there were a few other conditions she needed to add. ”Alright you have a deal, however I keep the sword for now until I can acquire a new one. You can keep the bow and I suppose you can get dressed. Thank you for gracing me with such a beautiful sight.” Winking at Éliane, Lizzie finally dropped the sword from her chest yet kept it unsheathed just in case. ”I suppose introductions are in order, the name is Lizzie Murphy.”

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Éliane's eyes darted to the sword as the woman in front of her announced her fondness for the weapon and its painful usage. Nervousness began to creep up her throat. If the woman decided to impale her after all, she'd be mighty disappointed in her own judgment. Now the fear she hadn't been feeling began to occur after all. No fear of the impales of the sword, oh no. She saw the way the woman held the weapon. Her stance. She was skilled, she knew what she was doing and Éliane was aware that she was attentive and quick. But Éliane was also sure that she was quicker. And she had the advantage. The woman was clearly not from around here. Perhaps she had been living - as they say - under a rock. Not knowing where to get a ship at freaking Port Vanarosa. Not securing the hands of a freaking light elf. She either thought Éliane incapable of magic or... and this was something Éliane couldn't quite grasp... she wasn't aware that Éliane possed powers at the tips of her fingers. She would not give up that advantage. Should the red-headed beast - and what a wonderful beast it was - consider her at her mercy.

The way the woman called her elf sent a spike into her heart that she quickly swallowed and ignored. Éliane watched her closely as the lady mirrored her and looked her up and down. A little scoff left her nostrils and a soft smile played around her lips. I see what you're doing.

Éliane felt triumphant as the strange lady agreed to her peace offering but the small half-smile was wiped off her face when she raised the game with an outright flirtation. Were the tips of her ears burning from the sun suddenly?

Éliane caught herself. Her attention all too much on the fact that her undergarments were still damp.

"Lizzie...", she tested the name on her tongue. Then she extended her hand, palm facing up. "Would you mind giving me my clothes from atop my backpack then?" Her eyes, for the first time, truly interlocked with Lizzie's and for a second Éliane forgot to breathe. There was something about that red-headed woman that tripped her. "Éliane", she finally introduced herself.

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Lizzie glanced sideways at the backpack and the clothes atop it before grabbing them and tossing them to her. ”Pleasure to meet you, Éliane.” So she truly was in a different world. That was going to take some time to wrap her head around. ”Apologies for having to threaten you, but as a pirate I simply can’t risk going back to prison. I do hope you understand.” She wasn’t entirely sure, but charm seemed to be working and so she’d keep it up.

She took a brief moment to glance behind her, all too aware it was possible for someone to sneak up on her. She also began to think of what those elves said to her after they summoned her. She had great powers? Lizzie wouldn’t deny that she was quite skilled in many different things, but that didn’t seem to be what they were talking about. What great powers did she have? She glanced at Éliane as she thought about it, wondering if she should ask the woman. Perhaps now wasn’t the best time, besides she needed to keep what she was a secret for as long as she could. If two people thought she was greatly powerful then there were surely others that would think that too and try to exploit her.

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Éliane caught the bundle of clothes and began to slide them onto her body despite her damp undergarments. As she felt the soft fabric linger on her skin and the comfortable tightness of her leather top she allowed herself a moment to run her hands over the skirt of her dress.

"A pirate?" She nodded and shouldered her belongings - minus the sword in Lizzie's hand. "Pray tell, Lizzie, do you have any idea where you are?"

Éliane still couldn't believe she got out of this situation with all her belongings still on her person - sword to follow - and without a fight. That Lizzie woman sure did not seem from around here. One hell of a pirate, letting her go just like that.

"Well...", Éliane began. "I promised I would show you where to find a ship and so I'll do that. Then I shall be on my merry way. Wouldn't want to bore you with my presence now that I can't grace you with my beautiul sight any longer." She considered the woman before her for a moment. It was almost a shame they would part so soon. Éliane, in thought, bit her lip. "You were in prison? Humor me?"

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Well shit. Lizzie thought to herself as Éliane asked if she knew where she was. She thought hard, trying to remember if the elves from earlier gave any indication on where she was. Maybe Avalia was actually the area she was in? ”I’m in Avalia.” She said with a false confidence, fully aware this could go wrong. She was willing to take the risk, however, and if she was found out then she’d deal with the consequences. Éliane seemed suspicious of her anyways.

The woman’s next words had her smirking. How cheeky… She thought to herself, chuckling internally. ”Pity, and I was just beginning to consider allowing you to gaze upon my beautiful sight.” Lizzie watched for a reaction for merely a brief moment, before continuing on to the question of prison and giving little time for reaction to the flirtation.

”My captain chose the wrong ship to target. It ended up being a trap and when we were celebrating the victory we were attacked. Everyone was drunk and couldn’t fight besides myself and one other. We put up a good fight, killed quite a few, but were subdued in the end.” She explained as Maria flashed in her mind briefly. She felt a small twinge of pain, but quickly pushed it aside. Maria was gone and there was nothing Lizzie could do about that.

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Éliane felt that confident half-smile return to her lips. Avalia, eh? You are clueless, pretty pirate. If the lady had no idea where she was, she had a greater story to tell Éliane than she let on. She was hiding something.

Before Élaine could muster up a plan to proceed with, Lizzie upped the game once more. As little as Éliane was prepared for this outright flirtation, the cheeky offer immediately set images into her mind. Damn my wonderful imagination. She opened her mouth, took a second too long to answer, and: "I -" She barely got the first word out as Lizzie moved on.

"I see", Éliane replied to Lizzie's imprisonment story. "However..." If Lizzie could up the game, Éliane wouldn't mind circling back to it. "I do believe an ... attempt... could be made to persuade me to forget the kidnapping part and to stop me from further asking questions about your current location. Which you of course are very well aware of." Her last words dripped with heavy sarcasm but they held no tone of threat in them. She let her eyes run down Lizzie once more, slower this time. The tip of her tongue played with her own lower lip subconsciously. "To set the odds even."

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Yup, Avalia definitely wasn’t the correct answer. Lizzie thought to herself, but she didn’t kick herself too hard. Flirting, however, did seem like the right choice as the elf began flirting back. Lovely. Lizzie enjoyed flirting for multiple reasons. One, it was just a fun game to play. Two, it helped you in acquiring things and getting out of sticky situations. And three, it helped you get other things. It was one skill the red-haired woman often liked to use to her advantage.

”Oh? Is that so?” Lizzie kept the sword tightly in her grasp, however it remained at her side as she moved in closer to Éliane. She left very little space between them and with her free hand she touched the hem of Éliane’s top, playing with it for a brief moment before glancing up at the taller woman through her lashes. ”Perhaps that can be arranged.” Then, just as quickly as it all happened, Lizzie took a step back. ”But first we need a ship.”

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How in the world Éliane could still stand was beyond her as the pirate moved closer to her. That sword still in Lizzie's hand, a looming warning. As she stood in front of her, so very close, Élaine was certain she could feel the other woman's breath on her skin, tickling and tingling. Her heart fluttered. Her breath got stuck in her throat on its way out and her lips parted in shock. Her eyes dropped down from her locked stare into those blue eyes to her lips that spoke such melodic words. A shockwave ran through her, originating somewhere in her chest, flowing down to her belly and spreading out into her limbs. A wave of passion and excitement.

Lizzie's hand rose and began to play with the hem of Éliane's top. Éliane's gaze locked back into the deep blue eyes. Oh glorious heaven, will you have mercy on me? I might never express the excitement of my heart at this very moment. How strange a turn my adventurous tale is taking. A second wave of longing rushed through her heated flesh. Out of her control, the elf's body leaned forward, towards her, ever so slightly, just closer. In the same blink of an eye, Lizzie stepped back from her. The sudden distance only left Élaine with more longing. You play your devil's game. Oh, how insolent your eyes meet with mine. Élaine's eyes were fixated on the woman.

"Y-your sh..shhip", her voice betrayed her in a tone barely even a whisper.

She heard the click and bolt, her body tensed, her hands were already halfway to her bow and arrows as the whisk noise of the projectile pierced her consciousness. Her heart stopped dead for a moment but her body moved on its own. As she stood with her weapon in her hands, arrow ready, weapon raised, aiming at the slit in the helmet of the person before her, two bodies dropped to the ground. Dead. She could take the shot and she would not miss it. But the breath stuck to her throat once more. A ball formed within it, bigger and broader until she felt like she could barely breathe. No... Subconsciously, she had somehow pushed Lizzie behind herself and stood before her.

Her eyes glistened with determination and hatred. The aim of her arrow was clear. He could move. She would still get him. Éliane felt the tears in her gut. But her face was blank. She looked so much more dangerous like this. Gone was the naive, innocent woman. This right here, this was a warrior who had never served an army and yet knew how to take a life within a fracture of a second, should she choose to.

The tip of her arrow glowed with light magic and her features, her hair, her skin seemed to offer a new unusual kind of glow. Above her head hovered a ring of light like a halo above an angel.

"Stand and answer for your crime", Élaine's strict voice demanded. Pictures of slit throats, a river of blood returned to her. Her heart sunk heavily as she forbade herself the sorrow at this moment. Two more bodies added to the count. Two more light elves. Dead. Her people. The light above her head began to vibrate.

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Lizzie was suddenly pushed behind Éliane as the sound of a crossbow went off twice. Why do people always believe I need protecting? Is it because I'm short? She groaned inwardly as she raised the sword, prepared for a fight. However, she spotted a man standing over the two elves that had been after her. So they had still been after her, why was she so special? She still didn’t understand it.

Her attention was then grabbed by the glowing arrow and the...halo? What in the world was going on? She only stared for a moment before realizing she had a limited time to react. This man was offering a ship and she’d be damned if she was going to miss this opportunity. ”Okay that’s enough!” Her voice held immense command as she stepped around Éliane and directly in front of her. Oddly enough a barrel of water that was near her splashed out everywhere. How strange. She looked at Éliane and spoke. ”Alright time for truth, those two were after me because they wanted to use me for some great power and threatened to kill me if I didn’t comply. At the time I had no weapon to defend myself so I ran and I used you as leverage. They clearly were waiting for me to drop my guard and you to leave. Who knows what they had planned for me.” Okay it wasn’t COMPLETELY the truth, but it was true enough. ”Also he’s offering a ship and I’m not about to pass that up.” She now stood fully in the way of the arrow, daring Éliane to shoot her.

”As for needing a captain that won’t be necessary as I am a captain. We just need a good crew. Is there a tavern around here?” She asked in response to Barboda.

Avalia

@nasty feel free to do so :)

Avalia

@nasty same thought. We need to make it work so they get to meet down the line. Do you have a plan for your elf yet? Where is she going, what is she doing?

Avalia

@nasty love her!! can't wait to see her. hopefully, Éliane can run into her at some point, she'd be very interested in Nabarra's perspective

Avalia

Time: 9:00 am
Location: Port Vanarosa
Mentions: @Infinite Cosmos | Orenn (shortly)
Equipment:

Hider

clothing
longsword
two daggers
her bow + arrows
backpack including:
one change of clothing
some rations (incl. water)
a pouch with 550 amas
a blanket
a washing cloth
a location sender
hair ties
a small one-hand shovel

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The sun threw glistening sparks upon the softly moving water. Reflections of light danced upon its surface, unbothered and uncaring about the events of last night. Unlike the body floating aimlessly on top of it, letting the soft tender waves carry her body sideways. Her eyes help open, up into the sky towards blinding sunlight. Her white hair sprawled out around her in the water, she lied flat upon the water surface. As the water was still and cool, Éliane's chest felt like a raging storm of emotions beginning to drown her. She closed her eyes as the wave inside her hit her with those heavy emotions again and her mind replayed the bloodshed of yesterday before her inner eyes. She let out a long breath. Steady... One more. Steady now. The waves inside her stilled down. Yet, as she opened her eyes once more, salt leaked over her face, falling from eyes that had tried to leave the crying in the night.

Éliane breathed out once more, closed her eyes. She felt the warm sun on her skin. And she let herself sink underneath the surface. As the water swallowed her whole, she enjoyed the drag downwards... down, down... Her eyes kept closed, the coldness of the sea was a welcome embrace; its sensation killing some of the stormy emotions, the heaviness in her chest. All this pain. Submerged, she spread out her arms into the cold, let her feet dangle deeper where the water got even cooler. The fear of what is coming, what was announced ate up her senses and found its way inside her chest, her veins. Feasting on all the pain her brain was trying to prepare for. As if you could prepare for a war to come. Even worse so, one at this scale.

They were summoning the humans at the castle. What if they would come for the Sun Elf Kingdom first? Because they dared to bring forth humans, to reintroduce them into the world. Would it matter to her less if it was not the Sun Elf Kingdom who had this ability and decided to use it? Would she feel less frightened if the fairies could wield this power? Or the dwarves? Of course not. Orenn... Where would he be now? Did he make his way to the Sun Elf Kingdom already? Would he be safer there, with the humans, their saviors, their grand hope... Or would he be more endangered?

Air became tight. As she pushed her legs and resurfaced, she gasped for air. Much needed air. Her hands stroked back the hair, leaving the white mane flat on her head, the length of it dancing within the water. A breeze brought a cold shiver to her skin before the warmth of the sun kissed it away. Èliane had swum and swum and swum some more after she had woken up this morning. Then, exhausted, she had rested upon the water on her back for thirty minutes. And not a single person in this damned port had asked about her wellbeing. Although a few drunkards - It's just SO early. - had managed to shout some amazingly uncreative words about her underthings towards her. This was saying, it was time to get out.

Throwing all thoughts away, she began swimming back to the dock she had sprung into the water from. As she pulled herself up with ease she dripped water everywhere. Éliane took her hands to her hair and wrung them out as best as possible. She didn't even try to squeeze water from the cloths around her chest and hips. On bare feet she walked down the street, slipping around a corner and into an alleyway. She balanced herself on her tip-toes, feeling in her body a repulsion to the dirt on the street. Naked feet have never been an issue for Éliane, she loved the earth underneath her soles, how it would swallow her steps, how she could walk without breaking a stick. But here it was different. Those were stone paths and it was Port Vanarosa. Enough of the bad-kind-of-dirt splattered onto the streets daily, she didn't try to imagine.

As she rounded the next corner, she found herself at a dead end. A look above her shoulder to make sure she was alone and with two skilled hand placements and one foot on the wall, she propelled herself up and above the low but thick stone wall. Her feet landed on grass on the other side. As she reached her hiding spot, she quickly resurfaced a backpack from its hidden spot from beneath the earth, marked by a tree that only elves would know how to distinguish from others. And maybe some fairies. In no time her backpack, bow, and quiver hung loosely above her shoulder and her sword hang from her lazy grip.

Without bothering to throw clothes over her still dripping wet undergarment, she began to walk along the grassy side of the stone wall which rose higher as she walked further. Images of blades, blood, and bodies dropping lifeless to the cold ground haunted her mind. The General, an elf she had not personally known, but still felt like one of hers, finding his end in such a devastatingly cowardly way. So far away from home. From the warmth of the sun and the business of their Kingdom. She had looked away just a moment too late and the images of those people had not since left her inner eye. The two faces of the Two-Headed Dragon seemed burned into her memory for eternity. Éliane could not fathom such actions, such coldheartedness. The dark elves had felt superior to the rest of them for far too long. Reparations should have been made long ago for the treatment of their kind before it could come to this. But war has begun. And it might just be time for you to reconsider your ideal.

Éliane rounded the next corner, her feet noticed the change of ground before the rest of her did. Something grabbed at her arm, at her waist, she got jerked backward! Éliane gasped, her eyes went wide, her mouth got slapped by a foreign hand, keeping her from producing any word or sound. The sword from her hand was gone, her fingers grabbed uselessly at her waist but her daggers were still in her backpack. Which, she realized only now, had found its way to her feet, next to her quiver. Now her eyes widened in a different kind of surprise. She had never - not once in her life - been overtaken like that. I am not equipped for a war.

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Warnings!

Warnings: religion (talk about possession), attempted murder of child, death occurrences

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Witch, a take on Dubheasa

Dubheasa

"They turned you into a weapon and told you to find peace."

Lonely. Broken. Determined. The Outcast.

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. 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

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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.

"Long live the Black Queen."

Character Archive

The Prince

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Roux Maori

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Name
. Prince Roux Maori (May-or-ee) Devoux of Beauregard .

Age
. 26 years .

Gender
. Male .

Sexuality
. Homosexual .

Race
. Human .

Kingdom
. Beauregardian Empire .

Occupation
. Prince of the Bearegardian Empire .

Scars
None

Tattoos
None

Family
Father (62 years) - King Esrevan Marlin Enguerrand Onfroi Devoux of Beauregard
Mother (59 years) - Queen Perrenelle Marguirite Devoux of Beauregard
Brother (30 years) - Prince Enguerrand Vauquelin Devoux of Beauregard
Sister (20 years) - Princess Etiennette Avoye Devoux of Beauregard
Brother (15 years) - Prince Odette Marquise Devoux of Beauregard

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Special Magical Abilities

I don't know about this yet.

Likes
. star gazing .
. dessert .
. fashion .
. spirituality .
. horse-back riding .
. music .
. the sound of dawn or night .
. the flow of rivers .
. theater.

Dislikes
. restrictions .
. not knowing what to do .
. boredom .

Skills
. fencing .
. competetive horseback riding .
. very impressive dancer .
. fashion and make-up .

Weaknesses
. politics, but he tries .
. bad memory .
. sometimes too impulsive .
. can be naive .

Weapons
. none on him right now .

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Prince Roux Maori grew up with three siblings in a palace, secluded from all financial or materialistic worries. Having been born the second-eldest, he faces not nearly the same heaviness of responsibility that lied upon his elder brother Prince Enguerrand. Enguerrand, only 4 years older than Roux, fit into his role like no parents could've wished. He was soft, kind-hearted, responsible, attentive, intuitive, full of wit, and rarely spoke back to the Queen or the King. A perfect son, more than they had wished for. Due to Enguerrand accepting and fulfiling his duty as the heir, rarely complaining about his studies, being wonderfully charming with any diplomats or other royals, Roux had an easy life. As second to the throne, he was expected to stand in for his older brother should death strike him down or he been seen as unfit to carry the duty. Enguerrand, loving his brother dearly from the moment of his birth, understood from early in their childhood that the freedom of Roux's life was bound to his own obedience. Being the best older brother he could be, he would do as he was told on one hand - letting his younger siblings feel only a fraction of his own responsibility and restriction - and on the other hand, he would sneak out with them, make sure they had happy childhood stories to tell. Their parents, having little to complain with Enguerrand as the heir, acted more strict in front of people but let the kids feel more freedom in the seclusion of their home.

Nevertheless, their lives were full of lessons, studies, and rules. After all, they still represented the royal family and there was always the unspoken possibility any of them could end up on the throne by unfortunate events.