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Name: Rebecca Delacroix

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/her

Age: 17

Birthday: June 6

Sexuality: Straight

Rebecca is a rather petite young redhead with piercing blue eyes that seem to be able to stare straight into your soul. She stands five feet even, weighing a hair over 100 lbs soaking wet. Not exactly the figure you expect for a potentially powerful witch. Her wardrobe is similarly off-kilter- a ton of flamboyant pinks and yellows. That said, she does break out the black robes for rituals- she absolutely loves playing up the witchy stereotype among the coven.

Personality: You'd probably think that someone who deals with the dead on a daily basis would be dark and gloomy. Au contraire, mon ami- it only makes Rebecca love life and sunshine all the more. Her ideal life is carefree fun, hanging loose and just relaxing the day away. Alas, she does have to do work for the coven, and when it comes to that, she's all business. She truly does care about her sisters and brothers in the coven- she just doesn't like to admit it much.

Bio: Rebecca's French on her father's side, but takes after her Irish mother. The family hasn't been in the States long; neither of her parents was actually born here, though her mother is a talented diviner. Her father doesn't have any magical skill himself, but at least knows of it, and has figured out enough to occasionally help Rebecca in her magical studies.

As for herself, Rebecca's powers first manifested at the age of four, when she managed to make her dolls levitate. At six, she saw her first ghost, and by nine, she had helped him cross over. She's made a fair few friends among the dead, as well as the living. Now, with her initiation coming, she's eager to test the limits of her powers.

Notable Rumors: It's been said that Rebecca will hold seances for money. This is true, but she only charges enough to cover ritual supplies, never for a profit. There’s also been claims that she’s romantically involved with a ghost. Not true- there was a date, but they mutually agreed to keep it as friends.

Fears: Rebecca's scared of deep water. She can handle swimming in a pool, but that's about it. If only someone could teach her a waterbreathing spell...

Magic: Excellent at mediumship. Rebecca has a deep connection to the spirits of the dead, able to see and speak with them at ease. She is also capable of taking them into herself temporarily, allowing her to make use of their skills and knowledge. She can even allow them to use her body, though she makes them sign a magic contract first to limit what they can actually do- she's not that stupid.

Excellent at astral projection. Having spent so much time working with the souls of others has made it a simple task to work with her own. She's often in her astral form while her physical body sleeps, to get more work done or have extra time for relaxation.

Poor at beast magic. Rebecca has tried many, many times to speak with animals, or even turn herself into one. It always ends poorly.

Borderline incompetent at elemental magic. No matter how hard she tries to work with the physical world, Rebecca can barely get a speck of dust to twitch or freeze a raindrop. It's just not her thing.

Other: Her familiar is an old black tomcat named Lucky. He may look like an escapee from a PETA ad, but he's really well loved. It's just that he never met a fight he didn't like, and he's lost the vast majority of them.

Rebecca has several ghosts that she considers friends as much as any living mortal. Abigail was a colonial girl who got lost in the woods in winter and froze to death. She spends a lot of time with Rebecca, and the two are amazed at how little boys have changed in the past two and half centuries. Mike joined the U.S. Army underage in 1942, and got himself killed by friendly fire over Sicily the following year. He’s the one she had a date with. Jennifer is the only witch of the three- she died from a botched spell in the eighties. She serves as a sounding board for Rebecca’s magical learning.
@blackdragon

I like it, but I'd love if you could find a better face claim. That one looks a tad unrealistic.

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   BASICS       

Name:
Dante Erie 

Gender / Preferred Pronouns:
He / Him / They

Age:
20

Birthday:
April 15  ♈︎

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

   APPEARANCE       

Dante has a very straightforward look in that most of his wardrobe is composed of jeans and t-shirts.  He keeps his face scruffy and his body well toned and ready for a fight if ever it came to fisticuffs.  His feet are typically adorned in leather boots and he's most often seen dressed in darker colors.  His eyes are a vibrant hazel and his hair a dark brown.  Physically, the features that stand out most with Dante are his hands.  Each one is missing a ring finger that Dante sacrificed in order to execute a particularly costly spell.  Despite his hands being deformed, they are still fully functional.  Regardless, the warlock tends to wear black leather gloves to try and hide his loss.

    PSYCHE       

This man's personality can be described in five simple words: Mischievous, sarcastic, competitive, ambitious and temperamental.  Dante is very selective when it comes to friends, but once you have his favor, it's hard to get rid of him.  He can be considered aggressive, easily upset if he feels he's not being given his due respect.  To that end, he is also earnest in his drive to get the things he wants and is not quick to give up in those goals. 

   BACKSTORY      

Dante Erie is a has been chased by misfortune for most of his life.  He was born unto witch parents who looked upon him like a prop, like another ingredient for one of their complex spells.  He was raised as a rancher would raise their livestock.  He would be left in his room for hours, the only interaction he was ever granted being the few seconds that the door opened just wide enough for one of his parents to slide in a plate of food or place down a new roll of toilet paper.  Even then, there was rarely words exchanged in those moments.

That was until a particularly dark sabbath.  One evening his parents came into his room and finally told him, "It's time."  Dante was filled with fear and anxiety as they led him into a shadowy room filled with candles and ritualistic markings on the floors and walls.  They showed him to his mark and told him not to move from that position no matter what.  Then the chanting began.  A terrifying name kept coming out of their mouths as they moaned, spoke to the ceiling and swayed with their arms in the air.  It didn't take long for Dante to deduce that they were calling for someone... that they were summoning someone... something.  The ungodly name was just that - the thing they were summoning had to be demonic.

Panicked, Dante summoned all his will and commanded his own feet to move.  At first, they disobeyed but after another moment, the young boy finally mustered the strength to move and, once he started, he refused to stop.  He busted out of the front door of the house and ran down the street, pumping his legs as fast as possible.  He could hear his parents calling out for him, anger in their voices as they tried to launch a pursuit.  Dante was too fast, though.

Frustrated and furious, Dante's parents were cheated out of their sacrifice.  Their demonic lord would be none too pleased. To retaliate, his parents decided to turn Dante into what he feared; they chanted our a curse that would permanently change the young boy's appearance into that of a demon.  Just before the curse was complete, however, their home was raided by witches sent forth to bring them to justice for their notoriously taboo practices.  They fell, casualties of the confrontation.

Meanwhile, Dante's curse was never completed but that doesn't mean it didn't have an effect.  During the night of every sabbath, Dante's form changes to that of a demon.  This change, however, is just skin deep.  He is still very much a typical witch on the inside.  His strength level also remains the same.  However, as a demonic version of himself, he has access to sharp teeth and claws that he otherwise wouldn't have.  His form has one particularly frustrating disadvantage.  As a demon, he lacks lips which makes communication frustratingly difficult and executing spoken spells becomes next to impossible.

As the years went by, Dante found himself hunted by various covens who had heard of the notorious demons that walks the streets at night.  Once he was captured, it didn't take long to figure out that Dante didn't behave as a demon would and once the sunlight kissed his skin, his humanoid face came through and he was finally able to tell them his story.

Since then, the coven has attempted to educate and train him on how to use magic and even worked with him on trying to figure out how to lift the unfinished curse.  All attempts thus far have failed and the curse remains, but Dante has become expertly educated in shapeshifting spells.  None of them appear to work when it is the demon's night, though.

Regardless, Dante does what he can to take down witches that consort with demons while also continuing his research to solve his own blight.

Notable Rumor:
Dante's mother must've had sex with a demon and produced a mixed race spawn.
Obviously not.  Even when Dante looks demonic, he is still 100% humanoid

Greatest Fear:
Getting stuck looking like a monster forever is what Dante fears most.  He hates his face when it is changed each sabbath and constantly worries that the sun will come up and the curse will remain.

   NOTABLES      

Magic:
Most Notable Study: Shapeshifting
Unlike glamour, Dante is both cursed and blessed with the ability to physically manipulate his body with the aid of magic to create lasting, tangible effects.  In addition to taking on various full forms of other creatures, he can also change isolated elements of his limbs to suit his purposes such as claws when he needs to climb, eyes when he needs nightvision or webbed extremities if he needed to move through water.  His skill in this art was honed over time in an effort to find a way to rid himself of his demonic looking visage of which he was cursed.

While not particularly botanically gifted, he often uses the life of plants as a sacrifice for his magic but has even resorted to offering his own appendages in times of great distress.  As mentioned above, Dante is lacking both of his ring fingers, an unfortunate payment for his power.

Interested Studies: Self Healing
The ability to control the intricacies of one's vessel comes with a lot of possibilities for magical advantage in any given situation.  One that Dante is interested, but not well versed, in is the ability to heal himself by mentally commanding his body to mend just as he does to transform.  While the latter is instinctual and therefore easier to perform, the former takes a nearly surgical understanding of the body that Dante does not quite possess.  Small scrapes and cuts are easy enough to tend to with some guided mystic will, but any wound of significant damage would have to be treated the old fashioned way.

Interested Studies: Charms
Many witches create charms as a way to perform magic with less taxation.  Dante is only just beginning to learn about the advantages of charms and how to put them to use, but he is working toward finding a way to evoke his transformative magic without needing to rely on a healthy supply of fauna.

Interested Studies: Incantation
Articulate and gifted with advanced memory, Dante can learn incantations with a natural ease when given the opportunity.  Incantations are one of the easiest methods of magic for Dante to grasp but, being of the of few disciplines he excels at, he is at a particular disadvantage on Sabbath nights when his lips are gone along with his ability to recite spells accurately.

Lackluster Studies: Potions
Dante couldn't make a dinner more complicated than a sandwich, much less a potent concoction of magic. He leaves the science to the scientists, so to speak, and while he respects those who can mix together power in a bottle, he is just not among those brewmasters.

Other:

Despite not being of legal age, Dante enjoys a drink or two.
Gambling is one of Dante's many famed vices.
Dante has never turned down a dare as a point of pride.
@Rekker

Accepted.

@Canaryrose I don’t remember if you ever saw the updates I did to Iris’ sheet, but they’re in her backstory. If you already saw them, oops.@Blizz

It's fine now. Put her in the Character tab.

The light slowly receded as Jamie descended into the tunnel. Rumi and Blake's bodies partially blocked it, yes, but as they went further and further down it got darker and darker. And smellier. Jamie was going down as fast as she could, but she stopped momentarily to plug her nose. Then she kept climbing down until she reached the bottom of the tunnel. She hopped down from the ladder then, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. But then, Blake lit a fireball, so all was good! She trailed him through the tunnel, looking around as she did so. Pretty cool underground tunnel! She moved a step forward when Blake opened the door but stepped back when she heard the whoosh of fire. She then followed him through the room, poking the unconscious and very burnt people with her foot.

Jamie gave him a thumbs-up. "Got it! We'll see what we can find." And, before she knew it, Blake had burst through the doors. She followed after him, on the offensive as soon as she went in. With a little exertion of her power, the room began to tremor. A few light fixtures went crashing to the ground, crushing multiple gun-wielding gangsters under them. Seeing some of the guards come in, she held out her hands and sent out a bone-crushing blast, sending several falling back into the corridor and on top of each other. Seeing an opening, she rushed towards one of the doors, throwing it open. Maybe this room would have something... 

Jamie paused, blinking. "Brie? Will? What are you... oh! You're the ones we're saving. Got it. Yeah, yeah, lemme just..." She blasted the guards who had followed her and then turned to blast the box Will was trying to destroy. Blood started to trickle out of her nose. "I'm so glad I found you guys."

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Patricia watched Angelica make her move, raised hands trembling horribly. Don't die, don't die, don't die... Patricia immediately understood what she was trying to do- to emotionally appeal her way out of this. She prayed it would work, and for a moment, she thought it had. Vinnie was... crying! Crying. Angie had done it. A smile bloomed on her face for that split-second. But then it dawned on her that he was not crying, but laughing. And his gun was coming up, pointing at Angelica, and then...

BANG!

Patricia instinctively winced as the gun fired, her hands going to cover her ears. But then, Angelica was on the ground, bleeding out of her thigh.

"YOU BASTARD!" she screamed at Vinnie, standing and rushing over to Angelica. She chucked off her heels, kneeling next to her and Grace. "You're gonna be okay, okay?" Her eyes went wide when Vinnie aimed the gun at her forehead, but she slumped when Grace portalled the shot away. 

Her brows knit when Grace applied the jacket to Angelica's thigh. Her hand was... gray, and flakey. And kind of purple. This seemed like something for later, given that their friend had just been shot, but it didn't look as it had a few moments ago, so Patricia felt the need to call it to Grace's attention. "Grace, your hand-" she started but was soon interrupted by Tom hefting Angelica up and around his shoulders. She stood, too, running down the hall with them and away from the mobsters. 

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