canaryrose

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

@Red X

I'd love to have you!

James Kelce

Name:
James Kelce

Nickname:
Jamie, Kells

Gender:
Male; he/him

Age:
18

Birthday:
January 27

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Appearance:
Despite a naturally angry face, Jamie has warm brown eyes and an easy smile that always appears whenever he is greeting someone. Though just as easy as it comes, if the situation demands it, his smile can quickly turn into a brooding frown, complete with furrowed eyebrows. He has a head of messy dark brown hair that always falls out of place despite many attempts to tame it. Standing at 5’11 and a whopping 175lbs, James has the well-muscled body of an athlete and not by accident. He takes great pride in a regiment of diet and exercise. Though thoroughly enjoying the exercise portion, the diet part is rather lacking, and you can always find him scarfing down multiple cheeseburgers on his many cheat days.

Because of his natural dislike of the cold, James often wears multiple layers of clothing in all seasons aside for summer. Usually his outfit consists of a t-shirt, a white long sleeve, and a black leather jacket. He wears black jeans with a pair of black low cut running shoes. He layers the long sleeves depending on the temperature and is big fan of long socks and thermal underwear. James also carries a silver cross around his neck in a darkly ironic attempt to make humor at being a witch.

Personality:
James is a thrill seeker. He loves the pinch in his stomach felt while riding at high speeds on his red Ducati 1098S motorcycle. And his passion for exercise is fueled by the euphoria felt after an exhaustive workout. Of the many sports James played growing up, his favorite was football for the adrenaline rush after he went crashing into the rival team’s quarterback. He processes physical exertion and fear with a foolish grin stapled to his face. Whether or not he’s actually insane is a different matter. Though the thought of flying, or rather the thought of crashing into the ground, is a fear that he has yet to get over.

James is an extrovert. He enjoys being part of large groups of people and likes attention. Though feeling excluded or unheard often makes him grumpy. He is the type of person to try to wiggle his way into a conversation, ideally becoming a focal point of attention.

James has little ability to filter out his own thoughts. He often states exactly what is on his mind. And what he does not say is usually in full view written on his face. This can unintentionally spark an argument and get him into social trouble. He also has a somewhat fragile ego and does not take comments or criticism about himself lightly. Despite James’ flaws, his personality is counterweighted with a strong loyalty to the coven in which he feels indebted to. Though he disagrees with some of their core principles, he begrudgingly adheres to their many rules.

Biography:
James grew up in the nearby town of Bluebrook with his mother. His father was imprisoned before James was born, serving a sentence of twenty-five to life in a different state for attempted murder. What James knows of his father consists of hurried conversations spoken behind a glass window, visits becoming increasingly infrequent as James grew older. His mother, Mary, never married the man and was a single parent who shared a reciprocal love for her son. She was the witch in the family, a talented pyromage and strong woman, who worked closely with the coven. James would often stay with The Elders at the coven house when she was away on missions.

James had a normal, happy, childhood with sports and friends. He knew of his witch heritage but held it with a thoughtless disregard known only to carefree children. He believed that all kids vacationed to the coven house while their parents were away. It was not until his mother did not return one fateful night that James realized he was different from the other children. At the age of thirteen he was taken in by the Elders and raised in the coven house where he learned how to use his magical abilities.

James longs to prove himself in the coven. Showing the world that he is more than a convicted father and an absentee mother.

Notable Rumors:

1) James’ father was imprisoned for killing his mother. (The timelines don’t add up but that’s what people say.)

2) James enjoys hurting other people. (It was a football game where he broke the opposing quarterback’s arm in a violent sack. He swears he was only smiling because they were winning the game.)

Greatest Fear:
Has a fear of flying and heights. James figures if he's going to die it'll be while on the ground rather than smashing into it.
He hates the cold.

Magic:

Strong Suit: Fire Magic
Like his mother, James is an adept fire user. He can quickly summon small fireballs to throw or exert a large amount of time and energy to summon blazing infernos. The Elders have become quite restrictive when it comes this magic because James tends to get carried away. When James first learned how to use this magic, a small campfire was started that turned into a horrible forest fire. He is restricted to controlled blasts of flame unless absolutely necessary.

Neutral Suit: Totem – Combat Magic
Because of the Elder’s rule of secrecy, James can’t run around setting everything on fire. So, James enchants the silver cross around his neck to grant him superior strength in combat. After activating it with blood/energy, he can go toe to toe with most creatures of the night. This only increases his strength aspect, but a lifetime of sports and exercise has honed his ability to dodge and take hits. His body is still very much human and too much damage can take him out of combat.

Weak Suit: Basically most other magic
Other spells take too long to learn and memorize, so James doesn’t really bother. He refuses to learn flight magic and other elemental spells he considers boring.

Other:
James’ father left him his red Ducati 1098S motorcycle. Because of its cost and his father’s known criminal past, James suspects it was purchased through illegal means. The papers are clean though, and it remains one of his most prized possessions.

Color Code:
I just used Orange

@MooseIsLoose

Love it! Accepted, feel free to go put him into the character tab.

《 H. E. R. O. 》

Snap. Snap. Snap, went Jamie's fingers. One after the other, her pinky, ring, and middle fingers on her left hand broke. An unwilling, pained gasp escaped from her mouth. She gritted her teeth against the sharp pain and scrunched her eyes shut. Overusing her powers always had an effect like this. By now, her fingers had broken at least ten times in the line of duty. But broken fingers weren't too bad, at the end of the day. With super-powered healers lining the staff of H.E.R.O, they could always be fixed. That didn't mean it didn't hurt like a bitch, though. Working past the pain, Jamie kept blasting Paradox. She assumed, by the gonging noises, that she was doing quite a bit of damage. Good. This guy seemed like someone they'd want down as soon as possible. And then they could take him to jail and continue... whatever they'd been doing.

Jamie opened her eyes and stopped blasting him 15 seconds later. She would've stopped after only two, but he had told her to hit him with her best shot! That hadn't quite been her best (internal bleeding was definitely not her favorite thing ever), but it should've been good enough to knock him out. Yet when she opened her eyes, shock rocked her to her core. He was still standing! Jamie's mouth dropped. That much of her power would crush a normal person. But he had moved back... what, a couple steps? She stamped her foot, sending a small shockwave through the Earth. She had broken her fingers for that! And it was inadequate, apparently. She didn't really know any of the other words he had said, but she knew inadequate- and it pissed her off.

Jamie chose to ignore his next words and the guns coming up from his shoulders, instead raising her hands to blast him again. Broken fingers didn't matter in the face of a villain that could withstand that much power. But before she could, he started to fire these green pellets at her. They looked weird and dangerous, and he had said the word lethal, so she had dropped the ground (stop drop and roll, people!) when Rumi dove in front of her to block the pellets with his cool technology stuff. She frowned and stood, brushing dirt off of her costume. Hitting the ground definitely would've worked!

"Thanks," she told Rumi, staying behind him as he had said and observing what was going on with pursed lips and narrowed eyes. If Jamie hadn't been able to take him out, then this would be a hard fight.

@Hitman@Scarifar

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Patricia once again held Katharine as she cried- but this time, she didn't have much of an ulterior motive. This girl had done a complete 180 in a matter of minutes. She had gone from saying that heroes deserved to be killed to sobbing into Patricia's shoulder, tearfully declaring that she wanted to be one. She almost thought that the other girl had to be manipulating her, but... this wasn't manipulation. Patricia considered herself to be rather good at reading people, and she could instinctively tell that this girl wasn't the type to trick people. Oh my God. What the hell? She would've hugged Katharine closer, but she was still a little afraid of her, so she simply returned the hug. That would have to be enough. She had been about to offer some hopefully profound and life-changing words when she was interrupted (again?) by... it waking up. That was all that Patricia could describe it as. It. She would normally never describe something as evil- it was a generalizing word, not accounting for how people really acted- but she would describe this one-eyed thing as pure evil. Chills went down her spine. It wasn't looking at her, thank God, but she felt a change in the room come on as soon as it woke up. A change in the girl next to her, too- she stopped sobbing and raised her head, pulling away.

Patricia blinked rapidly when Katharine spoke again. It had done something to her, she was sure. There was something more going on."No, if you don't want to, you shouldn't, it's wrong-" Patricia started. But pain stole her breath. A horrible, ear-splitting headache came on. For a few brief seconds, it felt like there was a hammer inside of her skull. And... she wanted to kill. Grisly thoughts and images filled her brain. Kill them all kill them all you know you want to you could do it bodies on the floor just think- But as quickly as it started, it was over. She breathed a sigh of relief, holding her head in her hands and drawing in a sharp breath. She simply stared at Katharine in terror as she left with the thing.

Wait. Had she just mouthed what Patricia thought she had mouthed? Escape? It took a moment of processing for her to realize this. Katharine wanted her to escape. Or did she? Could be a trap, she mused. But... the door was unlocked. This was her only shot at getting out of here, at getting away from that thing. She could only guess, but she thought that it turned you evil in some way- an idea that Patricia hated. She never wanted that experience again.

Patricia listened for footsteps for a few moments after Katharine left, but there were only her receding ones. So, she stood and made a beeline to the drawer where Katharine had taken the pliers from. She rifled around in there for a few short moments, finding and pulling out a long, bloody machete. The blood was dried, but, still... her stomach turned a little, thinking of the poor person who had had this used on them. She tucked its hilt into the waistband of her skirt, letting the rest of it be concealed in her leather fur ruff jacket. She went through the rest of the drawers haphazardly, even dumping out and going through the contents of the suitcase and turning over the mattress, but there was nothing else to find. Besides some more Fiji water, of course.

Patricia had half a mind to wait until her powers came back until she tried an escape. But her powers probably weren't going to come back anytime soon- that had been a shitton of isolene. So... she'd have to escape without them. Or just hide in a closet until someone came for them. Patricia turned the doorknob and peeked into the hallway, only coming out once she knew that were no goons standing around.

She ended up stalking through the hall, heart pumping and eyes flicking from side to side. She stuck close to the wall, hoping to hide behind one of the various plants and decorations in case she saw someone. Her current plan was to find an unused closet far away from Katharine's room and curl up in there until her powers either came back or H.E.R.O raided the place.

But apparently, the world had other plans for Patricia, because she immediately tripped over herself, sprawling across the ground. "Motherfucker!" she exclaimed, quite loudly, before realizing where she was and that what she just did could easily doom her. Stupid fucking heels! She would definitely be caught now.

@KaijuBaragon@Hitman

The Sisters of the Dying Branch - A Witch Coven RP

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|- тнe ғood ĸιngdoмѕ: Episode One: The Masquerade -| (reboot)

「 _{EAT THE RICH} 」

「 NAME 」 Tatiana Barinova
「 AGE 」 Twenty-two
「 GENDER 」 Female; _{she/her pronouns}
「 BLOOD TYPE 」 Amaranth
「 NATIONALITY 」 Starch; _{The Grain Kingdom}
「 OCCUPATION 」 Noble; _{insurgent group operative}
「 SEXUALITY 」 Bisexual
「 SPEECH COLOR 」 #e52b50

「 PERSONALITY 」
+ Ambitious + Integrous + Independent + Clever + Selfless
- Idealistic - Untrusting - Dishonest - Obstinate - Dogmatic

「 STRENGTHS 」
Tatiana twists the truth with ease, and is able to craft convincing lies at the drop of a hat. Over the years, she has learned to manipulate others, too. She is quite clever, and mops up information like a sponge. She knows how to present herself well, and to disguise herself when necessary. She is sneaky and often manages to get into places and things she shouldn't be able to. Tatiana has spent many hours riding horses for fun, and a result is quite skilled at it.

「 WEAKNESSES 」
Tatiana has almost zero physical strengths. She is passable with a dagger and can throw an alright punch, but that's where it ends. She has no weapons training, and she would be lying if she said she could last in a fight. She often overlooks things in the pursuit of her overarching goals, and can often lose sight of the here and now in preference of her ideals. She's also impulsive, and tends not to think through important actions.

「 APPEARANCE 」
Tatiana Barinova is a graceful young woman with blonde hair and startlingly blue eyes. She is straight-backed and oftentimes has a pleasant look on her face- yet it is one devoid of any real emotion. Her outfits and hairstyles often match the current fashions of nobility.

5'4" │ 162 cm
HAIR COLOR │ BLONDE

125 lbs │ 57 kg
EYE COLOR │ BLUE

「 PREFERENCES 」
+ Freedom to do what she would like
+ Radical change
+ Talking to other people
+ Riding horses
+ Motivated people
+ Sweets

- Being idle
- Unjust laws/policies
- Other nobility
- Bees
- Betrothals
- Selfish and lazy people

「 BIOGRAPHY 」
Tatiana is the daughter and second child of a major noble in Starch- one with large tracts of land and massive amounts of money and influence. The Barinova household is an influential household in Starch, and Tatiana has been expected to act the part for most of her life. She was mostly raised as a noble child is. Anything she could possibly want was given to her. When she found her love for horses, she was taught to ride properly and bought several beautiful horses and tack. She was raised in luxury, and only had to play the part of noble for most of her life. And she did, and it was done well. Nowadays, Tatiana is expected to make a good wife to a Starch nobleman- maybe even a foreign or domestic royal. She's well-bred enough for it.

However, much of her childhood is shrouded in secrecy. Tatiana is an illegitimate daughter. Her mother is the duchess, that much is true. However, her father is an indentured servant on a farm somewhere in Starch. She doesn't know who or where her father is, only that he is not a noble and that, in turn, makes Tatiana not a true noble either. This was revealed to Tatiana when she was twelve. Her father had gotten angry at her one day and told her that she was not his true child. Tearfully, she went to her mother and demanded an explanation. Apparently, in a rash decision, her mother had had relations with a servant father. It was a foolish decision, she explained, but one that had produced her. Tatiana's 'father' realized that the baby his wife was pregnant with was not hers shortly after, but they resolved to disguise it as a legitimate noble instead of sullying their family reputation. Of course, things were never the same between the two again, but they managed it. There are only extremely unfounded rumors floating around about Tatiana being illegitimate- due to silly reasons, such as how her father treats her with coldness, and how her eyes don't quite match either of her parents.

Being told that she was not in fact a noble upset Tatiana extremely. Yet, for some reason, instead of even further encompassing herself in noble life, she began to rebel. She learned how to sneak around, how to lie and manipulate. She started by pulling mischief around the estate, but realized her heart wasn't in pranking. So, she began to sneak out. She socialized with servants, went into the local village on her lonesome. She quickly learned how to masquerade as someone she wasn't, to flirt. And she found that she liked peasants. Since she, a girl who was supposed to be perfect all the time, wasn't a true noble, what did it matter? She made fast friends with many of the other teenagers around town, and got up to varying amounts of mischief with them. It was fun. She hadn't quite realized how restrictive noble life was, how much she had been expected to do and say and maneuver around. Of course, she still loved some aspects of her life- privilege made her a happy girl. She loved to ride horses, something that wasn't commonplace among peasants. But more than that freedom, it taught her something.

Life wasn't fair. Peasants were treated radically different than nobles were in Starch. Peasants were forced to slave away on farms and do the work of the nobility for them, while they simply sat in their estates and profited from it. Tatiana, although raised a noble, was disgusted by this realization. Of course, she had known that this was happening her whole life, but it was suddenly real to her. She wasn't quite a noble but not quite a peasant, either, and the polarization between the two lives came clearly to her. So she resolved to someday do something about it. Someday. When she could.

As she got older, her nighttime sneaking out got less and less. Her mother and father were starting to expect more of her. They began preparing for a marriage, to be a wife and a mother. She didn't really enjoy this. After secretly enjoying her freedom for a few years, she was loathe to give it up to become what someone else expected of her. She still had her dreams of freedom for everyone- and that included herself. As her nighttime sneaking out decreased, it also became more important when she did it. Led by her friends in town, she joined a group of sorts. A militarized group of Starch peasants. They were angry, and sought justice and equality for the people of Starch. They wanted to overthrow the government. At first, Tatiana thought this idea ridiculous. But as she continued to attend the secret meetings, she started to sympathize.

Then, about two years ago, an actual revolution did happen in Starch. The militia was excited by this- they thought everything could change! There would be equality, freedom for all. But that did not happen. Rather, the new king killed many nobles who sympathized with the old king. The Barinovas themselves narrowly avoided execution by pledging fealty to the new king and offering up much of their wealth to them as a gesture of good faith. The new king didn't make things better for the peasants of Starch, and the revolutionary group that Tatiana had fallen into was angry. And Tatiana found herself angry, as well.

Shortly after, she revealed her true identity to the leaders of this group. She narrowly avoided being murdered by pledging her fealty to their cause. As they had been seeking out spies and noble influence, they reluctantly accepted her help. She's mostly done small things for them since- telling them information they would otherwise not know, helping to plant spies in noble households across Starch, and more. Recently, her family received an invitation to a masquerade ball in the Drink Empire. Her parents were planning on turning down the invitation, as they are too busy to go and her older brother is too busy as well, but Tatiana volunteered to go as a representative for her family. She has ulterior motives, of course- the militia wants her to spy for them at this masquerade. And she will.

「 TRIVIA 」

⤞ Tatiana has a mild allergy to tree nuts.
⤞ She has three siblings, all legitimate. There is Viktor (25), her eldest brother and the heir to the Barinova lands; Nikolay (17), her younger brother; and Ekaterina (15), her littlest sister.
⤞ She has many prospective husbands lined up, but tries to avoid the topic of marriage as much as she can. Her priorities lie elsewhere, such as in revolution.

The Sisters of the Dying Branch - A Witch Coven RP

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The Sisters of the Dying Branch

Erin McKay

Nicknames/Aliases: Rinny, Kay, Mac

Age: 17: October 12th

Gender/Pronouns/Sexuality: Male/He Him/Heterosexual
Primary: Ecomancy

Secondaries Alchemy, Abjuration

Description: At a diminutive 5’6" with a thin, lanky build Erin is not much to behold upon first glance. Most of his time is spent either in his greenhouse tending to his plants or caring for his animals. Because of his mostly reclusive nature it seems like he doesn’t care much for his appearance with his brown hair setting in a disheveled mess all over his head; dirt, hair and other forms of filth adorn his button up cotton shirt and jeans and boots. Rin always has a select few accessories on him at all times which include; several necklaces which hold various charms and Sacred Geometry triangles, three rings ( one on his thumb, and one on each ring finger) and a pair if thick framed glasses.

Personality:While not anti-social per se, Rin has a very awkward in normal social interactions. As he spends his days among plants and animals he sometimes forgets and speaks to people as if they were his animal friends. For the select few people that he does speak and deal with regularly he keeps them close and tries to keep them safe even though his mannerisms make him seem cold and distant. At his core Rin uses his magic in a studious manner, intending to learn all that he can about the world around him.

Skills: A walking knowledge bank of the natural world Rin uses his ecomancy in tandem with his alchemy to brew and concoct all manner helpful and sometimes harmful potions to help his needs. With his skill in abjuration to make defensible, safe locations.

Weaknesses/Fears: While not so much fearful, Rin has issues dealing with normal social interactions. Never really seeing the point of dealing with people he tends to shy away and tend to his plants and animals. To him, humans aren’t trustworthy and violent creatures for their own personal gain where nature is violent for its own survival.


Brief History: The McKay clan were always a family meager means. Rooted in northern Ireland the family have always been farmers and ranchers scraping by with minor trading and growing whatever else they needed. Connor McKay, grandfather of Erin, decided that he had had enough and moved to America shortly before the second World War. Opening a florist parlor in New Jersey and began their life anew. Several years later. His son met and married the love of his life, a witch of the Sisters of Dying Branch and settled down near the coven home. They tried for years to conceive but due to Erin’s father being human it became quite difficult. Decades went by and finally Erin was born. Growing up Erin was a strange child, never truly getting along with other kids instead clinging close to his mother and father. Around the age of six years old Rin's magic manifested in the form of causing the entire backyard to spring life in flowers. Erin took up training under his mother’s tutelage he quickly exceled in ecomancy finding a connection in nature that he didn’t seem to find in the outside world. Over time his collection grew beyond the plants in his greenhouse but included several animals that came across.

After growing his menagerie Erin began studying the magic of his roots hoping to come to grasp a greater understanding of his craft. From his fathers side he discovered that his family had ties to the druids of ancient Britain and with this startling revelation he decided to narrow down his studies down to the spells and rituals that he could find about them. His natural draw to nature aided in the growth of his ecomancy but his mother then showed him what he could use that magic for, with alchemy. Taking a great interest in brewing healing salves and potions he found that he could do more good in healing others (although more specifically animals he found) and began keeping journals of different recipes. One such animal he found and healed became his familiar, a fox named Sion (pronounced SEE-ON).

Erin is joining his mother’s coven to continue tradition
Other:

Color Code 90EE90. It is said in hushed whispers that Erin was raised by wolves in the wilds and sacrifices small children to appease the Old Gods. He has done nothing to deter these rumors.

@Archangel89

I like your character sheet, I just have a couple issues with it.

1. I'd like you to clean up the grammar on the character sheet. I'd recommend running it through Grammarly.
2. You didn't include 'Notable Rumors' or 'Birthday' as their own sections. I organized the character sheet like I did for a reason.

@canaryrose

Hana Song

Name
Hana Song
_{송하나
Song Hana}

Gender / Preferred Pronouns
Female
_her/she

Age
17

Birthday
February 1st

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Appearance
Chestnut tresses of straight hair fall down to her chest, framing the delicate curve of her face. Her skin smooth, a touch darker than ivory and complimenting a pair of chocolate brown almond shaped eyes that tend to give a doe like expression. She is petite stature, her body lean with soft curves and slender limbs with slightly toned muscle. She tends to do yoga/tai chi and takes runs in the mornings to keep in shape while taking some time in the outdoors.

Hana wouldn’t really call herself fashionable but she does at least try to match when she does an outfit. Most of her clothes consist of flowy shirts, comfortable T-shirts, and sweaters. She is usually in jeans or leggings and tends to only wear skirts or dress on special occasions. Most of the time she will have multiple rings on and other jewelry such as necklaces or earrings since she has multiple piercings to choose from. She just prefers to be comfortable and practical instead of trying to dress to impress. She would rather someone like her for her anyways and not how she looks. Mostly she is just comfortable in her own skin.
_5’3”

Personality
Hana is a kind and soft spoken girl that could be described as shy when you first meet her as she has trouble dealing with new people and can get awkward when trying to make friends. It almost makes her seem like she is too quiet and a bit of an introvert but once you get through her shell though, you will never meet a more caring and loyal friend. She will be more open, joking, showing her carefree nature, optimism and will actually be rather chatty which will change any perception you had when you first met. She is fiercely protective over those she cares for and has a rather nasty temper if a person is unlucky enough to draw it out. She can also be described as stubborn and too curious for her own good at times. She tries to see the good in everyone and probably gives people way more chances than they deserve.

Biography

Bio

Hana has grown up at The House with the elders of the coven for practically all of her life, just like her mother when she was a child. Of course, this wasn’t by choice for either of them but by unfortunate circumstances....

Her grandparents had gotten into a car crash leaving their daughter, Shianne, all alone with only the coven to care for her. She grew into a fine young lady but the constant watchful eyes most of her life had her longing for a bit more freedom so she moved further away from the coven when she was old enough to make the decision, coming back for a certain period every year to reconnect with the wellspring and made sure to tell humans that it was an annual camping trip she took every year. She got a job as a flight attendant, wanting to see the world and spread her own wings a bit in a sense. It was at an airport in Korean that she met the man she would one day marry, Song Kang. They had both been stuck at the airport with two different delayed flights and they talked for hours, building the start of a friendship.

They became great pen pals, chatting constantly in one way or another. They did trips to see each other in person and naturally they started dating after a year. After a few years, they decided to take the next step, get married and start the rest of their lives together but first she had to sit him down and tell him the truth about herself. She wanted no secrets between them. He had been extremely skeptical about it but ultimately, he said that he didn’t care what she was because he knew who she was. The coven was obviously extremely against it, begging her to reconsider the choice she was making, explaining all the reasons her chosen life would be a hardship if she continued on this path. Of course, Shianne ignored them and married Kang anyway.

Their lives were peaceful but the struggles she had been warned about did plague her. It was harder for Kang to understand the other parts of her life with such basic knowledge and grasp on what information he had. They tried to start their family with failure after failure. It seemed to her like she was being punished for choosing love over sticking to where everyone expected her to be. It seemed like when she was close to giving up, that their luck turned for the better. They finally were able to conceive a child and no signs of struggle or problems were appearing this time. Once Hana was born, it felt like everything fell into place. They were just a normal family or as normal as normal can be with witches. They were happy but that all came crashing down, literally, and suddenly Kang found himself a single father and broken hearted. It only got worse from there and the elders had showed up at his doorstep only a few days later.

They discussed that it would be best for Hana to come live with them. Obviously, Kang had disagreed and stated that what his daughter needed was her father as well as what was comforting to her and always known. They pleaded for him to understand that there was no way he could correctly provide for her and that he should hand over custody to them but he still refused and told them to leave. The weeks passed and everything started to settle. Kang tried to adjust to his new life of taking care of a five year old all alone while still mourning for his deceased wife. One odd night, a loud crash startled both of the house’s occupants awake. Kang quickly told Hana to hide in her closet and not to come out until he came back for her. She heard the struggle, heard a scream, and reached to leave the closet to check on her dad but then she heard doors slamming open. She scooted farther into the corner of her closet, a dark figure entering her room and caused her to close her eyes.

She didn’t know how long she sat in that small closet, curled into a ball, and panicking over if her dad was okay. She barely registered when the cops opened her closet and found her. Hana had had a single moment of relief and happiness, thinking her dad had come for her but was terrified when it was a stranger. Everything else seemed like a blur as they carried her out, her eyes desperately searching for her dad. That’s when she noticed the blood, the mess, and a body bag being rolled out. She didn’t know what it was at the time but she knew blood was never good. They turned her over to the coven elders, the last next of kin noted for herself and she struggled to adjust. The House was very different to how she lived before but they took care of her, taught her, and showed her the way to do things. She grew up fairly normal from there, going to school, making friends, working on her own projects when she could manage to hide away from prying eyes, and practicing her magic for the day that she can join the coven officially.

Notable Rumors
There is a rumor that in her Freshman year of high school she threw water ballons full of paint at her enemies and when confronted by the principle, she threw yet another directly at his face.
_{Obviously, this is not the case}

Greatest Fear
Claustrophobic
_{She is terrified of enclosed spaces to the point that she will only be in a room that has two ways out, whether it be two doors or a door and window.}

Magic
Hana is impressively good at potions but it isn’t where her passions lie and thus, she has worked harder to excel at different arts. The biggest two being healing magic and water elemental magic which she has picked up almost naturally. She is sadly lacking in the other elements and is pretty laughably horribly at them. The only thing she could be worse at are charms. They just never turn out as she plans or they are too weak to be of much use. She has been trying to learn scrying, it has been a hit and miss the few times she has tried.

Other
• When she was younger, Hana saved a baby raven that she had found on the forest floor. She had spent a good amount of time trying to find the nest but to no avail so she took the poor raven home. She cared for it, setting alarms to feed it constantly, keeping it warm, and making sure to do her research. She released it back into the wild once it was big enough and could take flight but he kept returning. Now, he has the freedom but Hana still views him as her friend and even a pet or familiar of sorts. She has named him ‘Strath’and looks forward to when he appears before her when she is outside.
• She keeps an elaborate garden in a secret spot of the woods that not only has produce but herbs and other plants to aid her in making potions. She finds it peaceful to weed and tend to her garden as she is a lover of the outdoors.
• She is a fabulous painter and makes amazing pieces that reflect various landscapes. She does sketch and draw other things like people but she never usually paints them.
• Has a jar of ‘gifts’ given to her by Strath. (pieces of string, buttons, bottle caps, etc.)
• Has a nervous tick of playing with the ends of her hair

Color: E23E63
FC: Lee Sung Kyung

Sorry it took so long! Let me know if I need to edit anything or add more.

@Akayaofthemoon

Accepted! Go ahead and pop her over.

《 H. E. R. O. 》

Jamie could only watch, horrified, as the life faded from Ranucci's eyes. Her blue eyes widened in shock. Why was he... what? Had her hit done this? The thought must've disturbed her significantly because she went mute, just staring down at the body. She had never killed somebody before- not even a villain like this guy had been. It was a terrible feeling- like a big rock in her gut, weighing her down and rooting her in place. Of course, if Jamie had taken even a moment to think about it (which she rarely did), she would've found that she couldn't possibly have been the direct cause of his death. After all, she had deliberately hit the parts of him that wouldn't kill him if smashed. A broken wrist and hip, while painful, wouldn't've caused a death like that. But Jamie was too busy thinking about how she had just committed her first murder to think about that.

Jamie half-heartedly stood, putting her hands by her side again, and cast her gaze to the sky when Blake pointed up at something. An airplane? Airplanes were fun, she guessed! Even if she was permanently banned from three major commercial airlines. But... why was the plane falling? This realization quickly replaced her concern about murder. "Holy crap, you guys, the plane's CRASHING-"

She was interrupted by a silver-black, vaguely person-looking thing crashing headfirst into the house. Debris and smog went everywhere. Jamie popped her goggles on and put her face in her elbow like she was about to cough. She did, in fact, cough, but tried her best not to breathe in the smog. Once it cleared, she would move towards the house to check on the person who crashed. I hope they're okay! That was a weird-looking plane, though... But her concern abated as she found that this crashed guy was not a guy at all- he was some kind of robot? She stepped back, cocking her head. She had to wipe the dust from her goggles to see fully, but... he looked odd. An unsettled feeling joined the guilty one at the bottom of her stomach.

Jamie's eyes narrowed at the man (Paradox's?) demand for surrender. Who the hell did this guy think he was?! "Surrender my ASS!" she screamed, just before Blake shot a huge pillar of fire directly at him. She had had her hands raised and a blast prepared but instead shot Blake a big thumbs up. She grinned. That had been easier than she had thought-

Or maybe not. Things happened almost too quickly for her to comprehend. Paradox literally rose from the ashes with a weird green forcefield around him. She simply blinked at this. Maybe he'd take a bit more firepower to take down than she had originally thought? But then both Blake and Rumi were shot down. She turned to Blake, panicked, before realizing that he had simply been netted. Not properly shot, thank God. She turned her gaze to Paradox, eyes now deadly-looking.

Nobody fucked with her friends.

Ignoring his choice of words, Jamie started to use her power at full-throttle. The ground began to tremble violently, sending white-picket fences around them falling. "GO TO HELL!" She raised up her hands and simultaneously aimed two intense blasts of vibrational force at Paradox. Her face was twisted up into a snarl. Playtime was over, it seemed.

@Hitman@Scarifar

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"We can be, like, cross-organization friends? I dunno. Or, even better, you can join us! I'd love to have you. You can be, like, my top lieutenant. Some of the older villains have, like, mini-squads that work for them! I mean, I don't have to be your boss, y'know. We can be partners! Your power is really cool, by the way. I haven't heard firsthand, but I've heard you have a really pretty voice."

Patricia's face twisted up into a scowl at this. She had always despised being called a villain- especially by actual villains. But, of course, she immediately smoothed her face back into something that only slightly resembled angry. She had to keep this girl happy. For the mission. "I-I'm not a villain. I'm a hero. I like my job. B-but thanks. For the compliment, I guess."

When Katharina started her ramble about what Patricia actually cared about- the information- she listened, nodding along. "Ooh! I can tell you, but no telling your other hero friends, OK? So, basically, after Vinnie does his terrible stuff, the heroes get sent to ZERO HQ. I'm not a fan of the torture, personally. It's really cruel. I mean, they are heroes, so they do absolutely deserve it, but I try to keep a moral high ground. You're not bad though, Patricia! You're basically one of us. You should be, anyway," Katharine rambled on, oblivious to the disgust building on Patricia's face. She almost interrupted Katharine to say that she was, in fact, not one of them, and would never be, but closed her mouth when Katharine started talking again. This girl was either really lonely or a blabbermouth. Probably the former.

"Afterwards, we bring the heroes to the Ultra Death Machine. Well, it's not called that, of course, but that's what it looks like. Using the machine, we give the heroes a 'quick, merciful death.' At least, that's what Daddy told me."Katharine paused for a moment at this. Meanwhile, Patricia looked absolutely horrified. Her hands flew to her mouth and her hazel eyes went wide as saucers yet again. Ultra Death Machine? She had to be messing with her. But this girl didn't seem like the type to be messing with her. She sounded so nice, but she talked of killing casually as if it was artful. A mercy. Patricia was immediately reminded of her father. But she swept away the thought. This girl's father was the monster.

"Though I always found it strange that they scream when going into the machine, if it's so painless and merciful. But anyway, it's a really cool machine. It's, like, really big, and it looks like one of those CAT scan machines! So anyway, what the machine does is-" Katharine's disturbing speech was interrupted by a Whitney Houston song blasting from her phone (good taste). Patricia felt vaguely frustrated at this interruption. The girl-villain had just been about to get to the important part. The part that she needed to bring back to Director Powers, to get Division X on them and stop this entire insane thing.

Patricia mostly zoned out during the whole phone conversation, staring at the wall in horror. It didn't sound like 'Zero', whoever they were, was going to use this 'Ultra Death Machine'' on her- Katharine had reiterated several times that she wasn't going to kill her. But Brie, and Will, and Angie... Patricia couldn't just let them die. She had to get out of here somehow. Maybe the door-

Her inner planning was interrupted by Katharine's sobbing. "I hate him...I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him..." she repeated over and over again, sinking into a little ball, head between her knees, beginning to sob. "Why does h-he always choose me?" she asked. "J-just because of who my father is he does this. Nobody else! He only ridicules m-me! We're s-supposed to be on the same side b-but he just...h-hates me! I don't know wh-why!" She continued to sob heavily.

A thread of empathy pulled at Patricia's heart. She found that she could relate, in whatever insane capacity. Maybe this 'Paradox' guy was like her Seraph? She could definitely understand being targeted because of lineage and for no other reason. Patricia found herself drifting to the bed. She hesitantly sat and put a hand on Katharine's shoulder. The door was locked anyway, and the goons would definitely shoot her if she made a break for it. Maybe she could convince Katharine to let her go. "There, there..." Patricia was not the best at comforting. She patted Katharine's shoulder awkwardly. "I-I get it. Some of my older coworkers do that to me all the time. Insult me, that is. You wouldn't believe some of the things they've said," Patricia chuckled humorlessly. "You just... you have to remember... you're your own person. N-not defined by someone else. He just hates you because he's bitter. Or, well, I don't know. Th-that's just how it is for me."

@Hitman

《 H. E. R. O. 》

Jamie could only watch, horrified, as the life faded from Ranucci's eyes. Her blue eyes widened in shock. Why was he... what? Had her hit done this? The thought must've disturbed her significantly because she went mute, just staring down at the body. She had never killed somebody before- not even a villain like this guy had been. It was a terrible feeling- like a big rock in her gut, weighing her down and rooting her in place. Of course, if Jamie had taken even a moment to think about it (which she rarely did), she would've found that she couldn't possibly have been the direct cause of his death. After all, she had deliberately hit the parts of him that wouldn't kill him if smashed. A broken wrist and hip, while painful, wouldn't've caused a death like that. But Jamie was too busy thinking about how she had just committed her first murder to think about that.

Jamie half-heartedly stood, putting her hands by her side again, and cast her gaze to the sky when Blake pointed up at something. An airplane? Airplanes were fun, she guessed! Even if she was permanently banned from three major commercial airlines. But... why was the plane falling? This realization quickly replaced her concern about murder. "Holy crap, you guys, the plane's CRASHING-"

She was interrupted by a silver-black, vaguely person-looking thing crashing headfirst into the house. Debris and smog went everywhere. Jamie popped her goggles on and put her face in her elbow like she was about to cough. She did, in fact, cough, but tried her best not to breathe in the smog. Once it cleared, she would move towards the house to check on the person who crashed. I hope they're okay! That was a weird-looking plane, though... But her concern abated as she found that this crashed guy was not a guy at all- he was some kind of robot? She stepped back, cocking her head. She had to wipe the dust from her goggles to see fully, but... he looked odd. An unsettled feeling joined the guilty one at the bottom of her stomach.

Jamie's eyes narrowed at the man (Paradox's?) demand for surrender. Who the hell did this guy think he was?! "Surrender my ASS!" she screamed, just before Blake shot a huge pillar of fire directly at him. She had had her hands raised and a blast prepared but instead shot Blake a big thumbs up. She grinned. That had been easier than she had thought-

Or maybe not. Things happened almost too quickly for her to comprehend. Paradox literally rose from the ashes with a weird green forcefield around him. She simply blinked at this. Maybe he'd take a bit more firepower to take down than she had originally thought? But then both Blake and Rumi were shot down. She turned to Blake, panicked, before realizing that he had simply been netted. Not properly shot, thank God. She turned her gaze to Paradox, eyes now deadly-looking.

Nobody fucked with her friends.

Ignoring his choice of words, Jamie started to use her power at full-throttle. The ground began to tremble violently, sending white-picket fences around them falling. "GO TO HELL!" She raised up her hands and simultaneously aimed two intense blasts of vibrational force at Paradox. Her face was twisted up into a snarl. Playtime was over, it seemed.

@Hitman@Scarifar

---

"We can be, like, cross-organization friends? I dunno. Or, even better, you can join us! I'd love to have you. You can be, like, my top lieutenant. Some of the older villains have, like, mini-squads that work for them! I mean, I don't have to be your boss, y'know. We can be partners! Your power is really cool, by the way. I haven't heard firsthand, but I've heard you have a really pretty voice."

Patricia's face twisted up into a scowl at this. She had always despised being called a villain- especially by actual villains. But, of course, she immediately smoothed her face back into something that only slightly resembled angry. She had to keep this girl happy. For the mission. "I-I'm not a villain. I'm a hero. I like my job. B-but thanks. For the compliment, I guess."

When Katharina started her ramble about what Patricia actually cared about- the information- she listened, nodding along. "Ooh! I can tell you, but no telling your other hero friends, OK? So, basically, after Vinnie does his terrible stuff, the heroes get sent to ZERO HQ. I'm not a fan of the torture, personally. It's really cruel. I mean, they are heroes, so they do absolutely deserve it, but I try to keep a moral high ground. You're not bad though, Patricia! You're basically one of us. You should be, anyway," Katharine rambled on, oblivious to the disgust building on Patricia's face. She almost interrupted Katharine to say that she was, in fact, not one of them, and would never be, but closed her mouth when Katharine started talking again. This girl was either really lonely or a blabbermouth. Probably the former.

"Afterwards, we bring the heroes to the Ultra Death Machine. Well, it's not called that, of course, but that's what it looks like. Using the machine, we give the heroes a 'quick, merciful death.' At least, that's what Daddy told me."Katharine paused for a moment at this. Meanwhile, Patricia looked absolutely horrified. Her hands flew to her mouth and her hazel eyes went wide as saucers yet again. Ultra Death Machine? She had to be messing with her. But this girl didn't seem like the type to be messing with her. She sounded so nice, but she talked of killing casually as if it was artful. A mercy. Patricia was immediately reminded of her father. But she swept away the thought. This girl's father was the monster.

"Though I always found it strange that they scream when going into the machine, if it's so painless and merciful. But anyway, it's a really cool machine. It's, like, really big, and it looks like one of those CAT scan machines! So anyway, what the machine does is-" Katharine's disturbing speech was interrupted by a Whitney Houston song blasting from her phone (good taste). Patricia felt vaguely frustrated at this interruption. The girl-villain had just been about to get to the important part. The part that she needed to bring back to Director Powers, to get Division X on them and stop this entire insane thing.

Patricia mostly zoned out during the whole phone conversation, staring at the wall in horror. It didn't sound like 'Zero', whoever they were, was going to use this 'Ultra Death Machine'' on her- Katharine had reiterated several times that she wasn't going to kill her. But Brie, and Will, and Angie... Patricia couldn't just let them die. She had to get out of here somehow. Maybe the door-

Her inner planning was interrupted by Katharine's sobbing. "I hate him...I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him..." she repeated over and over again, sinking into a little ball, head between her knees, beginning to sob. "Why does h-he always choose me?" she asked. "J-just because of who my father is he does this. Nobody else! He only ridicules m-me! We're s-supposed to be on the same side b-but he just...h-hates me! I don't know wh-why!" She continued to sob heavily.

A thread of empathy pulled at Patricia's heart. She found that she could relate, in whatever insane capacity. Maybe this 'Paradox' guy was like her Seraph? She could definitely understand being targeted because of lineage and for no other reason. Patricia found herself drifting to the bed. She hesitantly sat and put a hand on Katharine's shoulder. The door was locked anyway, and the goons would definitely shoot her if she made a break for it. Maybe she could convince Katharine to let her go. "There, there..." Patricia was not the best at comforting. She patted Katharine's shoulder awkwardly. "I-I get it. Some of my older coworkers do that to me all the time. Insult me, that is. You wouldn't believe some of the things they've said," Patricia chuckled humorlessly. "You just... you have to remember... you're your own person. N-not defined by someone else. He just hates you because he's bitter. Or, well, I don't know. Th-that's just how it is for me."

@Hitman

The Sisters of the Dying Branch

I would be interested in joining this rp, i had an idea for a voodoo priestess/gangsters character. Would you be okay with her being alot older then the others? If not that is fine i can make her mid to late 20's if anything.

@Eviledd1984

None of that would work for this roleplay. So, no. If you want to make a character, I would heavily recommend taking a look at the characters already in the character tab. This roleplay is primarily about teenagers finding themselves amid witchery and supernatural threats. Not people 'mid to late 20s'. I put 15-22 in the character sheet for a reason. And I'd far prefer it if characters are between 16-19.

The Sisters of the Dying Branch - A Witch Coven RP

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