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《 H. E. R. O. 》

As Katharine moved towards her, Patricia put her hand down and wrapped her arms around herself instead. She stared at the black-haired girl as she spoke, eyes wide. When Katharine's hand touched her shoulder, she flinched but didn't move away. Despite her terror, she managed to listen to the girl's speech attentively. Friends? Patricia had never heard anything so absurd in her life. It was so absurd that she chuckled a little but quickly stopped herself. Her fear receded. This girl seemed genuine. Even if she was clearly deluded. She took the water bottle gratefully, hands still shaking a little, and took a long drink. "Thanks," she said.

Patricia put down the water bottle after half of it was gone, hesitating to speak. "I-I- that's not how friendship works." Her voice trembled. "I-I mean. I'm a hero, and you're a villain. You know that, right? Even if we met when we were- what, 5? Once? Maybe then, we were friends, but now... you said your father was a friend of mine, my father is a convicted serial killer, that's really not the best family connection." Patricia said all this gently, not in her usual blunt tone. Normally, she would've been much meaner, but she had enough presence of mind to understand that cussing out the villain that had just saved her from torture would not be a good plan. If she wanted to get out of this with her teeth intact... well, she had better play her cards right.

"B-but, you know, friendship does usually start with talking..." Patricia shrugged and took another shaky sip of the water. Her heart pumped fast in her chest. "S-so... um. After this. What are you guys going to do with us- with the heroes? Why? Where are you sending us?" she asked, voice going high at the end.

@Hitman

The Sisters of the Dying Branch - A Witch Coven RP

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《 H. E. R. O. 》

After pulling up and parallel parking on the side of the street, Jamie turned off her car and opened the door, stepping out. The car door slammed behind her. In her opinion, the drive had gone great. Google Maps had said it would take fifteen minutes to get here, but they had made it in only ten! She internally patted herself on the back for good driving. Glancing at the gasping Blake out of the corner of her eye, Jamie smiled. "With hard work, of course! It totally paid off, even if I don't drive exactly like they showed me." She patted him on the head and followed him up to the house, nodding along. "Maybe they're just cleaners, after all!"

That kind assumption was quickly dissuaded by a mobster jumping out of the bushes and aiming a gun at them. Jamie's heart skipped a beat as she threw her hands into the air. Her brilliant blue eyes widened, staring down the barrel of the gun. This guy was pointing a gun at them- something that Jamie did not appreciate. While having a strong power, she was definitely not bulletproof. And guns are things that kill people. He was trying to kill them! That obviously made him a villain- right? Right? And she could hurt villains. And she could totally do so without moving, and, as such, not getting shot!

Jamie subtly angled both of her hands at Ranucci- one at the hand holding the gun and the other at his leg. Glancing at her friends, she started to speak. "Woh, woh! Let's not get too hasty here, sir... I'm sure we could work something out!" She flashed him a smile before blasting the shit out of his gun hand and his hip.

The pistol went flying out of his hand and into the lawn. The mobster's wrist was snapped, his hand now in a position it definitely was not supposed to be. Likewise, there was an audible crunching of bone from the hip hit. Jamie grinned and walked over to the now disabled mobster, beckoning over her colleagues.

"Um. Do you guys have any questions for him or anything...?" She gestured to Ranucci. She certainly didn't know what to ask.

@Hitman@Scarifar

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Patricia cried out in pain as her face was slammed into the table and her arm was wrenched behind her back. Motherfucker! That had not gone as well as she thought it might. She saw the needle coming for her neck and tried to squirm away unsuccessfully, only managing to tense up and make it hurt even more. This time, she yelled, trying (and failing) to kick out at the goon holding her down. As soon as the isolene entered her bloodstream, she started to feel nauseous. She turned green, swaying on her feet. This was accompanied by the furious, fearful beating of her heart, and the terrified tears welling in her eyes. She listened to Vinnie's speech mutely, crushed into the table. No teeth? Pliers? Tom and Grace had to come to save them because there was no way that that was gonna happen. Or else... or else... she'd never be able to kiss again! Or at all. And singing required her teeth.

She had just been about to shout out something very offensive at Vinnie before Katharine intervened. Patricia stared at her, bewildered. Who the hell did this girl think she was? She was definitely not with her, and the girl had actually seemed quite discerning. Patricia also backed up instinctively with the goon when he let her go, but had to put her hand back on the table to balance herself. Her eyes widened in fear, and her hands shook. What was going on? This wasn't how Brie and Will had been treated, and they obviously knew she was a hero by now. The idea of torture terrified her, but so did this girl.

Patricia tried desperately to pull her arm away from the other girl but found that she had a vice grip on her arm. She wasn't getting away any time soon. Before being dragged out of the room, she cast Angelica one last panicked look. Luckily, the older woman seemed to be getting on pretty well with the mob boss. After this, she would get the information she needed and bring back-up. These 'Zero' people would hopefully be taken seriously enough to warrant a full-out assault on the Gugliano manor- and she would be saved. She tried to keep these hopeful thoughts in her mind as she was unwillingly dragged through the manor and into Katharine's bedroom, keeping those tears from spilling from her eyes.

She entered Katharine's room and immediately braced herself for something bad. Torture. Sickness. Anything except what actually happened- a fucking hug. Patricia's mouth hung open in shock. At this, the tears spilled over. As Katharine let her go, Patricia backed up to the wall of the room, now crying. Her eyes were wide with fear, and she held out a hand in front of her to keep Katharine away. She did have to put her other hand on the headboard to keep herself from falling over, though- isolene combined with heels was not going well for her.

"I-I- don't- who are you?!" she whisper-shouted. The mention of her father made her blood run cold, and only made her more afraid. If this girl's father had been friends with her dad... that could only be bad. "What- what are you talking about? I don't know you, why did you do that- st-stay back!" Patricia shook like a leaf, crying with fear. "You- you're not going to k-kill me, are you? Oh God, please d-don't... why did you take me here? Instead of with the others? What are you going to do to me? I- I- oh God." Patricia looked she was about to faint, her face gone white from fear.

@Hitman@Amethyst

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

Iris Aderast

Iris Aderast

Gender / Preferred Pronouns: Female. She/Her

Age: 17

Birthday: June 10th

Sexuality: “Don’t ask.”

Personality : Iris is what someone in their 50s might call “weird” or “not right.” Putting aside the fact that she’s entirely uninterested in the opinions of most males she’s met, she also has a weird way of saying things. She’s the kind of person who would say “I don’t look at the future, I look sideways” instead of saying she’s happy with where she is. Iris, for all the odd energy she has surrounding her, is still a nice person, just not overly sweet and joyful. She’s got this atmosphere going on that could only be described as slow. Iris doesn’t move at the world’s pace, but at her own. People are safe around her, and she likes to make sure that doesn’t change, whether she has to do it magically or otherwise.

Iris is easily described as just a chill girl, but she is not afraid to get in someone’s face and be aggressive, and she’s more than willing to give somebody a black eye when they cross the wrong lines. It’s rare to see Iris smile, but it doesn’t mean she isn’t in a good mood, she’s just off like that, at least, that’s how she’d put it.

Appearance: A denim jacket, boots, and tank tops are at least half of the things this girl wears, and I it doesn’t set off the gaydars of some people, their gaydars are off. Her dark brown hair is slightly curly, and goes down to her waist in the back, and down to her shoulders in the front. And it is a mess. A big mess, which is why she always keeps most of it behind her head. Overall, she looks like she puts just a little bit of effort into her looks, but that’s just like her, unworried about appearances, unworried about impressing people. She also has a habit of drawing on her arms, stuff like clouds or random dots, when she’s bored.

Biography: The Aderast family of witches were never very popular, never did any great and memorable thing to put them on the map. After all, if they did, Iris would actually know something about them. She grew up not having any memories of anyone with the name Aderast. She doesn’t know if she came from a family of just “ordinary” witches, or if she came from witches who were downright legendary. Either way, doesn’t matter to her, or never did. She had a family already. That family taught Iris everything she knew about ghosts, magic, and vampires, and everything in between. She grew up making magical tools to help others or herself, rings made of twine and glass that focus magic energy, or repel monsters. Bracelets that help you heal faster. She was good at that kind of thing. Magic and her non-blood family were all she ever knew. That’s all she ever needed in her life. It was simple.

Notable Rumors: Given her newfound magic interests, some people think she’s studying necromancy. She isn’t, though.

Greatest Fear: The thing that scares Iris the most is doing nothing. Things try to take hold of magic powers all the time, and the thought of not being able to stop that, being powerless, is terrifying.

Magic:

Charms and Potions

Iris grew up specializing in creating magical “tools” usable in a variety of ways, she can use these things to help heal someone, or give them a boost to their magic. Need healing? She’s got jars full of healing plants. Need to get really strong? She’s got charms for punching things. These two things tend to go hand in hand, since they’re created in very similar ways. It also comes in handy with her new interest she found.

Golemism

That’s just what she calls it, but lately Iris has been studying the idea of giving life to inanimate creations, binding sticks and branches together to make a human shape, and supplying that with magic energy. She calls them golems. She physically can’t make them as smart as a human, but she could make them smart enough to preform tasks, like a trained animal. The size of the constructs, or golems as she calls them, appears to be meaningless regarding magic energy. Their intelligence is what affects their strength. Something smart enough to do high school math might last a week or two unchecked, but something with the mind of a dog could last a month. It’s easy to make a golem’s body, just sticks and vines for bones, and a magic “heart” to power it.

Golems

Book of Creatures

It sounds way more sophisticated than it actually is, the name makes it sound like some kind of highly valuable secret book full of untold creatures, but it’s really just information about golemism that’s Iris records in the process. She’s never heard of anyone studying this kind of magic before, so she went in blind. The book is full of heart making methods, charm communication involving the golem, and the shape of some golems.

It looks like a nice sketchbook that you’d find at Walmart. No lines on the pages. The inside flap has a set of “rules” Iris made out of anticipation. If any of the more authoritative witches were to feel concerned with Iris’ work. They could read this book and figure out what she’s up to. There are also other things in this book like less human shapes for golems, like cats or birds.

1) “Don’t use bones, that’s just mean.”
2) “Human intelligence is impossible, and probably dumb”
3) “Golems aren’t witches.”

Other: 9990bf

Here come dat bitch oh shit what up

@Blizz

I love Iris and I love that face claim! However, I have a couple issues with your character sheet.

1. Magic cannot create life from nothing. Creating life would require another life in exchange. She would basically have to murder some rats to achieve this. If you want to continue using 'golemism' as is, they wouldn't be alive, or sentient. They're objects that are essentially programmed to achieve certain tasks.
2. I'm very, very confused on your biography. It needs a lot more elaboration, and it needs to be cleared up quite a bit.

Fix these and you'll be good to go.

Charlie Hamlyn

Name: Charles (prefers Charlie) Hamlyn

Gender / Preferred Pronouns: Male | He/Him

Age: 17

Birthday: 3rd March

Sexuality: Straight

Appearance: Charlie stands at average height, at just over 5'10, with a constantly upright posture - he never slouches, and corrects himself immediately if he finds his posture slipping downwards or lacking. He's fairly lean and lightly muscled, not nearly to the extent that you'd notice it immediately or anything like that. His fiery ginger hair is carefully combed and preened into a style that looks neat, but not too neat, just the way he likes it. As with any ginger his skin is fairly pale, and he has a smattering of freckles around his nose and underneath his eyes. He has a long scar on his right ankle that he got when he fell out of a tree aged 12.

Despite the formal way he presents his attitude, his general attire is pretty much what you'd expect for an average teenager. Hoodies and regular t-shirts along with jeans - his favourites being a pair of black ones which he wears all the time. He generally does prefer darker clothes, which contrast to his bright hair and pale skin. All this is of course not when he's donned in proper ritual magic robes.

Personality: If there was a simple way of describing Charlie it would probably be "a bit pompous", but if Charlie was saying it, it'd be "rather pompous." That is to say, his mannerisms are quite formal and not at all casual enough for a person of his age. He rarely swears harshly if he can help it - he doesn't consider saying "bloody" a swear for the record, so he often abuses that word. This formality could potentially get irritating, but he can't exactly help it, and he has tried to tone it down in recent years after this has been relayed to him.

This is because, despite the fact that he may sound audibly like someone who would be an arrogant elitist, Charlie does in fact have his moral compass pointed in the right direction. He's a loyal friend and companion who enjoys the company of others, and tries his best not to put anybody down intentionally, even though he can sometimes seem to do this without thinking due to his mannerisms. He's a bit of a fountain of useless information and is fond of spouting useless, occasionally interesting trivia and facts about a variety of subjects to people whether they really want to hear it or not.

Maybe this is the wrong section for this, but it still needs to be addressed - his accent. He was raised in posh rural southern England for the first 11 years of his life, and then suddenly whisked away to Virginia. He's largely shed the extreme accent that he once had, but his voice is still vaguely noticeably British, and he still uses words and turns of phrases from back there. Perhaps in 10 more years he'll have shed all these as well, but for now he keeps them.

Biography: Charlie's backstory isn't exactly the most straightforward. 18 years ago, a with from the UK was making an extremely brief visit to Virginia, where he ended up meeting a gorgeous redheaded woman who he ended up spending some...quality time with. He left to return to the UK a few nights later, none the wiser that said woman became pregnant. 9 months later Charlie was born, and it only took a few days for the new of his birth to reach the UK. A few days after that, Charlie's father and a couple of his family members visited Virginia, and after some discussion it was decided that he would have a better life back in a coven in the UK. Charlie's mother reluctantly agreed to this.

So, Charlie spent the first 11 years of his life near a coven in rural Surrey in the South of England. He obviously attended Primary school with non-magical children first, as witch parents tend to do. Live growing up there was decidedly average, but everyone that Charlie grew up with was decidedly extrmely posh, as people from rural Surrey tend to be. So, Charlie picked up these mannerisms as well, like the sponge of information that young children are. The rolling hills of where he grew up were a very pretty place for a child to be raised, lots of woods and interesting stuff to explore with his friends - of which he made plenty, being a fairly extroverted young boy. Life was certainly smooth sailing.

However, when he was 11, the unthinkable struck - Charlie's father had gone on the tail of a rogue werewolf, who managed to ambush him and land a killing blow. Charlie's father was dead instantly. The death of a witch was a fairly uncommon event anyway, but one who was still quite young and the father of a young boy was rarer still. Charlie was, obviously, devastated, as anyone would be in this situation. Some members of the coven convened and decided that being raised by the extended family of your father was not the most healthy way to be raised, and so, after some discussion it was decided that Charlie would be sent back to his mother in Virginia.

Charlie was extremely nervous about this, but his mother welcomed him back with a loving embrace and open arms, and she soon made it clear that she was going to look after him as if she had been there for the last 11 years. He settled into the swing of things in America fairly quickly, the landscape of rural Virginia being perfectly suited to his enjoyment of exploration and the outdoors. After being quiet for a brief period at the beginning, he began to become more outgoing after a few months and made just as many friends as he had made back home, helped by the fact that his accent and mannerisms were a bit of a novelty. Over the years, of course, the novelty has worn down and his accent has gotten a bit more Americanised.

At the moment, he awaits his initiation with the sort of interest and excitement typical of his personality.

Notable Rumours: There was a rumour that Charlie is some sort of agent from a foreign coven here to destabilise this one and steal magical secrets, which is of course nonsense.

Greatest Fear: Due to the circumstances of his father's death, anything to do with wolves, really. Their howls, and obviously just seeing one.

Magic: Charlie's best form of magic is easily charms. Specfically, he's extremely adept at charms involving light - bright bursts of it, plunging a region into darkness, or stealing light from existing light sources with charms. He found this ability extremely interesting as a young kid and just honed it ever since. He's also pretty good at other more general types of charms, like making items float or blasting stuff away, or charms that impediment people, like ones that freeze people in their tracks. If it's magic that can be helped with the use of a chant, then he's usually pretty good at it.

However, on the flipside, he's pretty terrible at potions. He was never good at maths, and so splitting up all the ingredients into their exact quantities and amounts often goes over his head, and he also just doesn't enjoy it. He's alright at healing magic, and hasn't tapped into elemental magic that much - but he's tried some earth elemental magic before that have all gone pretty well, so he's currently working on delving into this a lot more.

Other: His surname is that of his father, which he has kept in his name out of respect. His mother's surname is Warner.

@KaijuBaragon

Charlie Weasley incoming lol. I like him a lot. Go ahead and pop him over.

Dark and Creepy

Name: Cassandra Black

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/her

Birthday: October 31

Sexuality: Straight

Appearance:

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Cassandra is a natural platinum blonde, with chocolate brown eyes. She's a bit on the tall and willowy side, five foot eight and one hundred sixty pounds. She embraces the goth look, and has a lot of textured black dresses. Her palms are scarred from ritual bloodletting.

Personality: Cassandra plays 'moody and depressed' to the hilt, but it's all a very good act. She might behave like that in public, but get her alone, and she lets her hair down somewhat. She has quite a smart mouth on her, and that can get her in trouble somewhat. That said, she also has a knack for getting out of said trouble as well. She's also a voracious reader, and can often be found in her room with a book.

Bio: Cassandra's home life was... not the best. Her parents were always arguing, and her father was a bit too much into the booze. One night, after a truly epic bender, he crossed the line and struck her mother for the first time. In her rage and terror, Cassandra instinctively unleashed her magic for the first time, knocking her father down with a blast of force. That's when she knew she wasn't normal.

The coven intervened, managing to get legal guardianship of Cassandra, teaching her to strengthen and control her powers. She made a few friends and did some small jobs for the coven, and now, she eagerly awaits full membership among the Sisters of the Dying Branch.

Notable Rumors: Some in the coven have claimed that she's so good at curses that there might be some distant demonic blood in her veins. It's not true in the slightest, though.

Fears: Cassandra is very claustrophobic. Inside the coven's walls, she knows she's safe, but otherwise, if she gets in tight spaces, she can easily have a panic attack.

Magic: Expert in curses. Born on Halloween, a night when black magic runs wild, Cassandra has a talent for the Dark Arts. She can inflict all sorts of malevolent spells on her targets. However, her most powerful magics require ritual and prep time, meaning that in a straight fight, she has to rely on lesser hexes.

Moderately skilled in enchanting. While nothing truly spectacular, Cassandra has made herself a small toolbox of magic items for both fun and function. Probably the most impressive is a dress that can change color, fabric, and cut with a thought.

Terrible at astral projection. For whatever reason, separating her spirit from her body is a skill she struggles mightily with. It makes her poor at intelligence-gathering missions, as she can't use one of the most effective spying techniques witches have.

Other: Cassandra has spent years looking for a familiar, but so far, the right one hasn't crossed her path.

@blackdragon

I like your idea, but I have a couple issues.

1. The presentation of your sheet is not great. I would strongly prefer if you could give her a dialogue color, or at least pretty up the sheet.. I also would like it if you'd put your face claim in an image at the top of your sheet, not in a bing link in a hider within it.
2. I need some things specified in her biography. Namely, which of her parents was a witch? If neither was, was a grandparent a witch? Humans can't become witches spontaneously- it requires a strong blood connection.

Once you fix these issues, she should be good to go!

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Uaithne Cináed Fearghal Orvar

Name: Uaithne Cináed Fearghal Orvar

Gender / Preferred Pronouns: Male/He.

Age: 17

Birthday: 05/18

Sexuality: Straight

Appearance: 5'2" tall, he's a bit under average height. His slim, wiry frame put him under average weight as well… a measly 98 lbs; though it's not for lack of consumption. His fair skin is smooth, and soft, a point of some mockery. Though his hands are calloused and scarred from working in the woods from a young age. His eyes, a vibrant green, are intense and seem to stare into you as much as at you should you draw his undivided attention.

He usually wears jeans, hiking boots, a t-shirt and a utility vest. When hunting it's usually with a longbow, but sometimes he'll use a breech-loading double barrel shotgun. Otherwise, he relies on an assortment of tools tucked into the various pockets and pouches he wears. These include pliers, pocket knives, a hatchet, a lighter, a spool of thread, two needles, and an assortment of enchanted tools and trinkets.

Personality: A quiet soul, he avoids making loud noises in everything he does and says. He's often told to speak up, when talking with elders his soft, low voice blending easily with the noise of day-to-day life at the Coven. He spends a lot of time lost in thought, considering implications of the day's lessons. Though, even when deep in thought he seems dimly aware of his surroundings, walking around obstacles and dodging stray balls at the last possible moment with the least amount of effort. He loves to read and hunt. He usually reads in the afternoons and hunts at dusk or dawn.

He moves with the lethal grace of a predator. His small frame and thin limbs hide wiry strength, endurance and speed. He usually moves very carefully, slowly, deliberately. So when he decides to move with haste, it's often surprising just how swiftly he can move. He is a hard worker, honest, and kind. He gives everyone a chance to prove their character. Those who delight in deceit, malice, or arrogance he scorns openly. Most others he tolerates so long as they don't try to twist him to their own designs.

Biography: Born and raised in the coven, by parents and elders alike. He has shown particular talent in herbs, potions, and healing. He studies magic with the elders most weekends.

His father died five years ago. But Uaithne still hunts and practices the bow as his father taught him. He can follow the stars home from anywhere on the globe, he can track large game by starlight. And he carries his father's courage in his heart.

His family comes from all over, northern Europe and even has some relatively recent additions of native American blood. His family history has never been all that special or important to the coven. It's not always been good either. It's part of why the family is so dedicated to healing now. Uaithne's mother, Maribelle, and his great aunt Brigid both serve the coven today.

Notable Rumors:
A friend of Monsters; how else could he be so quiet even while running through the woods at night?
Goody-two-shoes; doesn't do stupid stunts or pranks. Also disregards most peer pressure with ease.

Greatest Fear: failure, a mistake that forever ruins a life or the coven.

Magic: Healing, Potions, and Enchantments are his strengths/preferred magic studies. He is reasonably proficient in defense, illusion, and energy transfer attacks. He is particularly challenged by charms, fire, lightning, clairvoyance, shape shifting and comprehension spells(speak with X)

Other: Is looking forward to his first mission for the coven. He feels certain that his initiation will go well. He has a lot to offer, and it's a family tradition. He hopes everyone can pass this year, but suspects that's unlikely. He's also sizing up female intimates to try and rule out obviously incompatible personalities… he'll worry about approaching potential matches after initiation is over.

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@Tracyarmav

@Infinite Cosmos

Both of you are good, then!

《 H. E. R. O. 》

The blood in Patricia's veins turned to ice as Brie burst into the room. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckkkkkk... Her eyes bulged out of her skull, and she had to try hard not to scream. What the fuck was Brie doing?! Patricia wasn't sure if the unpleasant buzzing feeling was fear or anger. Maybe both? She, like everyone else in the board room, had heard her cry out outside. And had seen her burst into the room, knocking over the mafioso. She tried desperately to keep her mask up- a cold, uncaring woman- but her hands trembled in her lap, and she glanced around the room uncertainly. It was all she could do to keep from visibly panicking, but her breath hitched all the same. This was definitely the last time she trusted Brie for anything work-related, for sure- if once they got out of here, she was going to throttle her.. She made sure to glare at the girl as she passed by, gaze furious.

But first, she had to actually get out of here. Patricia took her ID out of her pocket, fingering the eagle on one of the corners. It had been enough to get her into a bar, yes, but to a discerning eye, it was blatantly fake. It had been a rushed job- only meant to get her into a bar, not to pass an inspection that her life might count on. She almost dropped the ID, her hand shaking like a leaf. Glancing to Angelica, it was clear that the other girl wouldn't be much of a help. Angelica clearly had a good angle going. Patricia wouldn't screw it up just to save her own hide. After all, the information getting out was the important part. And Angie could get it from Tommy Gugliano... yeah. She'd just have to try a riskier angle.

God, she hoped this would work. She hadn't been counting on getting tortured today.

As one of the mafia goons approached, Patricia extended her ID lazily. She leaned back in her chair languidly, unzipping her jacket and looking at him through hooded eyes. She ran a hand through her overly-hairsprayed hair. But her hands still shook slightly, and her breaths were coming a bit faster. "I hope everything is up to standards, sir," she said in her best imitation of a purr. She internally winced at her own voice.

"This is clearly a fake," the goon grunted after a moment of examining it.

Patricia's heart pumped. Fuck. She had been seriously hoping that would work. She batted her eyelashes up at him again, but he had no reaction beyond a slight reddening of the cheeks. Her seduction skills were not particularly good when the guy wasn't old and desperate, apparently. She cast a desperate glance to Angelica, who seemed to have a good thing going. Okay. Okay! She'd just have to do something a bit riskier.

Patricia bit her lip and stood from her seat, squirming around nervously. The goon watched her suspiciously, hand on his pistol. "W-well... I do have something to say, but I don't want to say it in front of everyone, y'know? Here, I'll whisper it in your ear..." She leaned in abruptly, not giving the goon a chance to shove her away. With her lips close to his ears, she quietly started singing. "La, la la la laaaaa..." If that worked, she'd then tell him, "My ID is real. There's nothing suspicious about me. I'm clear."

@Hitman@Amethyst@Danvers@Infinite Cosmos

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Summer

Name: Summer Abernathy
Gender / Preferred Pronouns: Female
Age: 17
Birthday: 30th November
Sexuality: Bisexual

Appearance:

5'4 in height, Summer is of a slim but athletic body type. She has always enjoyed sports and this keeps her in good shape, with her body being toned although not overly muscular. She has the basic lobe piercings in her ears but aside from this, she has no other notable tattoos or piercings.

Summer has well proportioned facial features and she is often described as pretty. Her skin is a pale ivory in colour, and surprisingly for her age seems to have no blemishes or spots. She has soft hazel eyes, which depending on the light can either look brown or green. Her ginger hair is a trademark of her family, and hers is worn long and usually in loose waves.

Summer was brought up by her mother to always take pride in her appearance, and she consequently pays careful attention to her hair, clothes and makeup. It would be rare to see her looking a mess or with a hair out of place. She enjoys fashion and whilst she does pay attention to recent trends, she most often dresses in what is probably considered as a preppy style.

Personality:
Some would describe Summer as bitchy. She is the type to lie to your face, gossip about you behind your back, and then insist that she's your best friend. This likely comes from a place of insecurity, having always felt lesser than her sister. She would rather be the one in control than let someone else lead and potentially let her down.

However, she is also extremely outgoing and does not tolerate being by herself very well. She is constantly seeking the company of others, and whilst she has always found it easy to make friends, keeping them is sometimes another matter entirely. Summer enjoys being the centre of attention and has no issues with things such as public speaking or leading a group. She is a natural leader and does not mind taking charge when needed. When she feels comfortable with others, Summer is actually a rather playful and energetic individual, who can be quite charming when she wants to be.

Summer has a tendency to become hyperfocused on one particular thing. This has often proved to be a double-edge sword, as whilst she can be very productive & hardworking when she chooses to be, she will also often take to ignoring anything that isn't in her current sphere of interest. She is actually a lot more intelligent than she lets on and is a quick learner when she needs to be.

A secret that Summer will never tell anyone, is that she wishes she had no emotions. She is often frustrated by how she feels and finds it hard to express her true feelings to others. Underneath the surface, Summer has a lot of anger and resentment, but she won't let anyone else see this.

Biography:

The Abernathy family have been based in Virginia for several generations and has produced many witches who have dedicated their lives to the Sisters of the Dying Branch. Their ancestors were originally from a clan in the Scottish Highlands, who had been practising magic (or at least something akin to magic) for centuries. Like many others, they chose to migrate to America as immigrants in the 18th century after the union of England and Scotland. In at least memorable history, the Abernathys are known for their skill over healing magic. Their mastery over potions and healing spells has been passed down throughout the generations and it is practically expected that the descendants follow in the footsteps of their forebearers. As if to fit in with the ideal of a healer, the Abernathys like to maintain a 'prim & proper' air and are known for being extremely strict & unyielding when it comes to raising their children.

Both of Summers parents were witches and they met within the coven itself. She was born as the youngest of two sisters, with her sister Olive being three years her elder. Olive was deemed as a prodigy from a young age, following in her mother's footsteps to become extremely skilled in healing magic and eventually joining the coven at the relatively young age of fifteen.

Summer, whilst a talented witchling in her own right, grew up under the shadow of her sister. She spent her childhood being compared to her and never living up to the expectations that her mother set for her. Whilst many other Witchlings chose a branch of magic to focus on, Summer always felt confused about where she wanted to focus her skills and has always had a particular dislike of healing magic. This has caused much tension between Summer and her mother throughout the years, who insists that she should become a healer too. Summer harbours a lot of resentment and jealously towards her sister, and the two do not get along very well, despite Olive being otherwise well-liked throughout the coven.

Luckily, her father was unlike the rest of the Abernathys. Whilst he was also skilled in healing magic, he preferred to stay a generalist and was understanding of Summers confusion. He was the only one who Summer has ever felt she can share her true feelings with, without fear of judgement or condemnation. However, only a few months ago did her father mysteriously go missing. No-one has been able to locate him and it is rumour amongst the older witches that he betrayed them for another coven.

Outside of her tumultuous family situation, Summer loved her 'normal' school life. She was popular, excelled at most of her classes and enjoyed taking part in various sports. Summer particularly enjoyed gymnastics and track, although has dabbled in various different sports throughout the years.

Notable Rumors: It's a common rumour that Summer has dated many people, when in fact she has not even had a first kiss.

Greatest Fear: Summer has a pretty significant fear of clowns. So much so, that she once punched one at a friends birthday party when she was five years old.

Magic: Summer has yet to find a branch of magic that she prefers and is currently what the coven would deem as a 'generalist'. She has been toying with illusion and teleportation magic but so far this has been nothing more than a lingering interest.

Most recently she has been experimenting with the idea of sacrificing emotions as penance for utilising strong magic. She, of course, has yet to do anything of the kind but hopes to learn more once she joins the coven.

Other:
Summer is severely allergic to bees and wasps.

She has a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel named Bailey, who is currently three years old and is 'ruby' in colour. Summer 100% views him as just a pet and is insistent that he is in no way her familiar.

Colour code = f6989d

Here's my gal!

@Danvers

Accepted! Go ahead and pop her over.

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

Miss Castellano

Other names: Layna, Little Firefly, Convict (only used by a select few)

Gender / Preferred Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 17

Birthday: March 17th

Sexuality: Demisexual

Appearance:
Standing 5'4" tall with a slim waist, this young fair-skinned girl has a slightly intimidating feel about her because of the serious expression she usually has her face set in. The large burn scar situated on her left arm she'd gotten after a spell gone badly probably does not help with this first impression, either. Much like her light blonde hair and light brown eyes, however, she's a bit softer than one would think. She usually keeps her medium-length, fine hair in a messy bun at the top of her head so it doesn't get in her way, and her long arms are often left uncovered in all the floral cami dresses she tends to wear.

Personality:
Alayna comes across as aloof to most, if not all, that happens to run into her. If anyone took the time to get to know her, however, they would realize that it is merely a self-defense mechanism as a result of her family's position within the coven. In reality, she has a pretty dry sense of humor and a drive for her life as a witch, coming up with little spells of her own in her spare time. She literally and figuratively enjoys playing with fire, as fire spells are her favorite to do along with a heavy need to always have her curiosity satisfied.

Biography:
Although the Castellano's have belonged to the Sisters for a long time, their roots could be traced to another coven. Perhaps this was why they were never wholly trusted by many still, especially when one considered the circumstances of their coven's downfall. It wasn't every day that a coven fell, so when theirs had there were understandably many questions that needed answers. It was too bad no one seemed able to remember the exact circumstances of the event. It was almost like they'd been put under a powerful curse. Yet, they could not be left behind unable to protect themselves, so were permitted to stay close by.

It had taken some time for Alayna's ancestors to gain the trust of those higher up. They'd done everything they could, obeyed every command given no matter the risk, despite having lost so much already. They were willing to lose more. Finally, with the formation of familial links within the coven itself, their first member was welcomed in, and then another and another. Eventually, Alayna herself was born.

Still, some within the coven refused to let sleeping dogs lie. Little comments made here and there to Alayna, never in earshot of those who would swiftly put a stop to them. From "It must have been one of your own that destroyed your coven" to "why is "the convict" allowed to walk around so freely, anyway?". And, at first, she would pay them no mind. Drowning herself in the river of the past was not going to do anything for her present or future. So why bother?

Curiosity had always been her fatal flaw, however, even as a child. So, into the past she swam, going to the oldest of her family (her great-grandmother) with all of the same questions she'd been asked by her peers. To say that she was surprised by what she was told would be an understatement.

Why would the elders allow her family to remain here for so long knowing it had been one of her very own responsible for their displacement? She had yet to discover the answer.

Notable Rumors: It has been said that she and her family are planning an uprising, which is ridiculous considering they don't have the power to on their own. She's also unintentionally developed the reputation of being a loner

Greatest Fear: She has this secret fear of insects like bees and wasps, as she was stung by one as a child on her cheek.

Magic: Alayna loves to experiment with elemental magic and over time has become very good at it, especially fire. There's just something about watching flames dance and twirl before her, scorching the earth along its natural path of destruction. The girl sucks at anything dealing with potion-making, though. She just doesn't have the patience for it that's required sometimes.

Color Code: #ed1c24

@Qia

Accepted! Go ahead and pop her over.