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The Insidious Night

Very happy to be accepted I don't know why but I think Celine will be sympathetic towards Ellri's character. Probably because she's been through a lot. Girl power!

The Insidious Night

Celine

Name: Celine.
Gender: Female.
Age: She appears to be in her early twenties.
Race: Woman of the Fields.

Appearance: A woman of otherworldly beauty which incomprehensibly draws you in. Snowy skin which has never felt the touch of cold steel. Her raven hair is kept long to flow down her shoulders, reaching to her back. An enigmatic look is often present on her face, pale eyes cold and unreadable. While her stature might not be very impressive, standing at a modest height some would consider small. She makes up for her lack of physical prowess with a sharp tongue.

History: Born in a small unnamed village somewhere in the country the town was better known for whom it housed. There lived a Godswife with her granddaughter. Celine's parents young and foolish were not ready for the responsibility of a young babe. A sad turn of events, but very common. The girl was raised by her grandmother. Though her life was anything but dull. Her grandmother was a Godswife. Many people came to visit her, they asked questions none but she could answer, she found a cure where there was none and offered protection against evil. Through these people Celine learned much about the world. Aside from her responsibilities as a caretaker the old woman saw to it that her craft was passed on to the next generation, to ensure its survival.

As the years went by it was Celine whom the people came to visit, her grandmother keeping a watchful eye as her mentor and guide. The old woman had been of considerate age at Celine's birth and recognized her time on this earth was coming to an end but she wanted to ensure her granddaughter was well cared for. Celine now a young woman had caught the eye of a wealthy blacksmith. Her grandmother saw to it that they were married as her last act. The Gods were kind and her marriage was a happy one, though it did not last. A tragic tale which inspired pity in few and fear in many. The reason for her meeting with the Watchful man is unclear and so are her motives for embarking upon this journey.

Personality: Intelligent but also cold and detached. Rather emotionless she seldom even smiles. Strong and independent, she doesn't like help from others and does things on her own. This can make her appear distant and untrusting.

Skills: Celine is a Godswife and the common folk come to her for healing. A Godswife is a wise woman and a practitioner of a primitive folk magic. The people seek her out when life provides them with a challenge that can't be solved by mundane means. She can tell from experience which plants have healing properties and which are deadly. She is skilled in producing both healing smokes and ointments as well as deadly poisons to lace weapons. She creates amulets and fetishes from natural materials to either protect or harm and appeases to the spirits of nature, the sun and the moon for favors.

The Godswives hold a questionable reputation, both respected and feared. It's hard to tell if this magic really works but when one believes it does you're already halfway there. It carries a bad reputation and this is usually more effective than the real practice, which gave rise to many charlatans. The people believe a practitioner of magic is the same as a brewer of poisons. Witches and Sorcerers are able to brew potions, speak to birds and rats, and bend promises into curses. Magic is all in names and words, agreements and sacrifice. It is not a proper thing to do.

Possessions: A dagger, several pouches of healing salves, ointments and powdered incense, a simple peasant dress along with a hooded cloak, a coin purse and an amulet spun from her own hair which is hidden from view.

Miscellaneous: None

Young Justice: Covert Ops

That's exactly what's going to make it so much fun! We should totally stick to the plan no matter what. Djinn might stick annoyingly close since she's a scaredy cat.

Along The Darkest Road

It's still suspiciously warm here but I fear the cold, because it's well cold :) Ohhw I love potato bread, thanks Lillian ^.^ Though I'm kind of late for breakfast, it's just as good cold. I'm weird like that, some things are just better cold. Expect of course the weather.

Young Justice: Covert Ops

Pancakes for everyone! So I'm curious about the first mission, I can't wait for us to fall flat on our faces.

Young Justice: Covert Ops

"Fine. But i don't fly." Amani smiled and watched as Superboy climbed up on the stool. "I don't fly either" She said, wondering if there was anyone on the team who could. Every team had at least one hero who could fly. It was a pretty nifty power to have, to go anywhere anytime you wanted. Then without warning Superboy slipped from the stool crashing to the floor loudly. Amani let out a surprised squeal and her eyes grew wide when she saw the cracked tiles at the spot where Superboy had hit his head. "Oh my God are you?" She started to panic and quickly kneeled down to see if he was hurt. Though true to his name and to her great relief the Teen of Steel was unharmed. The floor was probably in worse shape than he was.

A few pieces of marble stuck to the crushed waffle iron he handed her. He apologized but she quickly dismissed his apology. "No no" "I'm just glad your head doesn't look like this" She said with a relieved smile, laughing away the tension. Well so much for waffles, but she could just as easily turn them into pancakes. The iron was beyond saving and she carefully put it into one of the cabinets, pretending it never happened. "Right" She breathed, still a bit startled by Superboys's fall. "Pancakes it is then" Amani turned on the stove and started to bake four pancakes at a time quickly filling up the two plates standing ready.

She heard Ember mention he had some Disney movies back home, Aladdin being one of them. The Disney movies were essentially chickflicks for kids and she adored romantic films. "I love Aladdin, it was one of the only Disney movies I got to watch growing up" "My dad was pretty set against Westernized cartoons and stuff" She said with a shrug turning over the last pancake. When she finished she turned to the group with a questioning look. So can I just yell like I do at home? She thought feeling a bit awkward. She decided to let the smell of pancakes do the work for her and before long plates were being handed out and maple syrup drenched the hotcakes.

Young Justice: Covert Ops

I'll be posting tomorrow and move along the lunch. I don't want us to be stuck in the kitchen for days ;)

Along The Darkest Road

Oh sounds fun Lillian, a showdown with the possessed people of Croftshire ^.^ I hope that eventually you'll get the hang of school so you can mix in some free time for yourself. It took me a bit when I started my internship but it's doable. Of course now that I've temporarily quit, I've got some more time. That is until I find a job for the remaining six months. I'll be sad to see this come to an end but all good things must. Now that we're a roleplay family or at least buddies I know I'll see you all somewhere down storyroad. Or in Traveler language the Great Eternal Road. And added a bit to my post.

Along The Darkest Road

Thanks Igraine, that's really nice ^.^. I'm sorry my post took this long. I'm going through some real life things too. Any ideas on how we should end the story? I don't know if you had something set up already Lillian. If we leave it at a loose end somewhere, it will always have the potential to be revisited.

Along The Darkest Road

Floure was having trouble keeping her eyes open, her head was throbbing and she cringed every time she moved. Breathing wasn't much better either. As far as she could tell nothing was broken, but everything was bruised. She let out an exhausted sigh. All the villagers had left after the chaos had erupted. The scent of honey cakes still lingered, the tarps blowing in the wind and all that remained were the bright wagons of the caravan. In a way it reminded her of their little private show. She recalled the first time wistfully. After her first show had ended she just assumed that was it, but she was so glad to be proven wrong. She smiled fondly at the memories.

There was something moving in the distance and it was coming towards her. At first she couldn't make out who or what it was but as it came closer she recognized his auburn fur. Jasper! A relieved smile spread across her face as the dog rushed towards her crossing the circus grounds in a matter of seconds. She pushed herself of the stairway with a grunt. Jasper was as much her family as his master and everyone else. The pack had grown on her the past year and she had come to love these dogs greatly. Even though she had been hesitant at first, they were the kindest and most loyal dogs she had ever met. Edimer had shared with her his belief that dogs were meant to be companions of man. They were fiercely loyal and for that deserved as much respect as people. Floure kneeled down and giggled when Jasper started to sniff her hair and skirts. "I'm fine, don't worry" She attempted an awkward pat but with her grazed palms she couldn't really pat him like she used to. Instead she snuggled up to the large dog. She breathed in his scent, the familiar smell that always seemed to be around Eri too. "If he sent you that means they're all okey right?" The young fortune teller asked with great pale eyes.

Jasper just looked back at her with his dark eyes, but there was something about that look. It was hard to put into words but it sucked away all of the relief she'd felt only moments before. She turned back to look at the gathered wagons, debating what to do. Staying by herself had proved to be dangerous and she more than anything wanted to be at her family's side. If not to just make sure they were alright, they would keep each other safe. Floure honestly had lost all heart in helping this village. "Please Jasper take me to them" She gathered herself from the ground and they started down the roads. Floure kept a watchful eye on her surroundings though she doubted she could do much more than run, if she needed to she would. The great red hound tugged at her skirts as she walked trying to help her along, but also to make haste. All it did was make her worry even more. She kept whispering prayers of protection, hoping the Gods and their ancestors were looking out for her family. She could not stop walking until she saw each and every one of them alive and well.