eclecticwitch

Darke Magyk - Concluded

Mona Windrider

Location: The Palace Barracks
Skills: N/A

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Mona just about peed her pants when the rattle caught flame. She quickly dropped it with a muffled yell and used her skirts to pat out the fire. She looked bewildered at the infant. It had to be a coincidence right? Babies generally didn't make things catch fire with sneezes. So, note taken, nothing flammable for little baby Dawn. Mona studied the charred remains of the rattle, tiny pebbles escaped from the burnt leather wrappings. It hadn't been anything with sentimental value and was not at all an expensive item to make. However, it was a bit concerning how easy it was for the rattle to become engulfed in baby-fire. She would need to consider a new way of making it, perhaps some stones around the outside that would give the rattle protection against fire.

She looked up from her wonderings when the spooky lady asked the baby's name. Mona could honestly say she hadn't the faintest clue. The child had not been concerning to her through her short time spent here and so the name never learned. They went on chattering about some witch lady and Mona went back to entertaining the flame sneezing baby.

Wander🌙

Darcy

Name:
Darcy Anders Coyle
Age:
24, born Oct. 30th
Sex:
Male
Sexuality:
Homosexual
Relationship Status:
Single
Occupation:
College student of the arts

The Body

Height:
5'7"
Weight:
125lbs
Hair:
Brown, curly, messy
Eyes:
Brown
Skin Tone:
Pale
Appearance:
He is of about average height, standing at 5'7" and has a thin, lithe physic due to not eating much. His hair is a constant mess of curls, usually rocking that "just got out of bed" look. He favors jeans, button-ups, and sweaters. Whatever is clean in the closet really. He isn't what you would call fashionable. Comfortable and clean, pretty boy hippie kid look. Darcy easily burns in the sun.

The Soul

Habits:
Running his hand through his hair, adjusting his clothes, chewing on his lower lip, picking at his fingers.
Likes:
Alcohol, painting/drawing, laughter, reading, children, sunshine, rainy days, coffee/tea, board games, animals
Dislikes:
Dark and/or small spaces, mathematics, the cold, public speaking, arguments/yelling, loud sounds, centipedes
Positive Traits:
Gentle, quiet, soft-spoken, kind, sincere, artist's soul, altruistic.
Negative Traits:
Jealous lover, space case, morbid, melancholy, cynical, anorexic.
Personality:
He is a sweet and shy young man. He tries to keep the best interest of others at the forefront, often forgetting his own needs. This can drive him to illness. He is hardworking but not particularly clever. Things like math and science are hard for him to grasp. Even writing gives him trouble. This is a frustration for him which causes him shame. Darcy has an artistic soul, choosing to paint and draw.

Skills:

• painting/drawing
• driving a car
• camping/fishing
• cooking
• makes a great pot of coffee

The Ether

Color Code: 92C188
Face Claim: Matthew Clavane
Theme Song:

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

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Location: Casino

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At the announcement of the teams, Bobbi breathed a small sigh of relief. She wouldn't have to work with the crazy, volatile sister. That was a bonus. She wondered what exactly her team would be doing. Being small she tended to be rather sneaky and could fit into small spaces. She had her strength and a great deal of experience behind the wheel. She couldn't quite grasp what it was they were to do from the people in her group but at the statement that there would be a training session the young woman glowed. She lived for a good fight.

She popped up from her chair and began to follow people out of the room when Richard spoke to her. She raised her eyebrows, still surprised he was giving her this sort of attention. She glanced at his sister to see if Ayita could tell her brother was acting a loon. She seemed to have her own things to worry about so Bobbi did as Bobbi generally did. She would spar with him. Verbal, physical, it was all the same.

"Get boring, Ri-shard?" she tossed back at him, flicking her hair over her shoulder and giving him one of her famous lopsided grins. "Den y'all mus' nah have many tricks hidden in dem..." She paused to look him up and down, to stop at his groin before meeting his eyes again, "sheets." She lifted her hands and wiggled her fingers at him. "Maybe one day I'll show yeh a trick or two, cher." She winked as she swept past him and followed Gambit into the training room.

The air around her was electric and she felt her breathing quicken in anticipation of their mock battle. This was further incited by the brief argument between Gambit and Mary. Ever the little pacifist. The twins really were polar opposites. Not waiting to be told, Bobbi reached her arm into the spaces between space and grabbed for her trusty, beloved hammer. She had some difficulty but eventually, her fingers alighted upon it in that invisible space. She pulled the beautiful, master crafted sledgehammer into the room and swung it experimentally with a large, feral grin on her face. "à vos ordres, mon capitaine!" She turned green eyes upon her group's leader.

Wander🌙

I extend a great interest!

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Location: Root's Teeth, Dhemlan Terreille

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She had to laugh at herself when Jassen reminded her that this was, in fact, a tavern. Obviously, there would be random loud noises - drunks fighting or falling. Fatima ran her hands through her silky curls with a sheepish grin on her face. "Of course. DOn't I feel a bit silly now." But there was no helping this on edge feeling they both shared. She was a Queen away from her home and was in another Queen's domain This was risky but there was no helping it. It had to be done.

The food arrived, causing her to jump as well. How could the pair of them still this anxiety? The door opened to reveal a young, frightened looking woman. As the door began to close Fatima called out a quick thanks to her. She could smell the delicious meal even before Jassen lifted the tray's lid. Her mouth began to water and she grabbed a fork as she sat at the table. She didn't wait for Jassen to attempt to stop her. Her stomach growled loudly with demand and in anticipation of the fantastic meal before her. She said a small prayer to the Mother Darkness before stabbing a soft potato from the soup and pushing the whole thing in her mouth. Her cheeks went wide as she chewed the oversized tuber. She moaned in satisfaction. It was so perfect. She would need to get this chef's recipe.

In a Devil's Court.

A Creature of Deep Desires, Demon of Lust (18+ nuances)

^{(This is her true form, only shown when in a weakened state.)}

Name:
Lascivia
Nick Name:
Lassi, Via, Queen of Pleasures
Age:
~200,000 - As long as there have been humans
Sex:
Female... for the most part
Sexuality:
Yes please

The Body

Height:
5'0"
Weight:
135lbs - Generally curvaceous but lithe
Hair:
Black, straight, silky
Eyes:
Bright Gold
Skin Tone:
Reddish, rust tinted
Appearance:
She can be the epitome of what one most desires. However, her favourite state is that of a rather traditional devil. Red skinned, curvy, perhensile and spade tail, and a love of showing off all of her assests. She doesn't necessaily have a favorite style of clothing, simply what feels right or good at any given time. She prefers that her hair be long and silky, the more fun to play with. She enjoys her role and plays it well.

The Soul

Likes:
Pleasure, hedonism, seduction, turmoil or togetherness in a relationship, teasing, children
Dislikes:
Denial of desires, righteousness, salt, mess/dirty/unkempt, bitter flavors, "No", indecisiveness
Positive Traits:
affectionate, passionate, bold, outgoing, witty, sensual, gentle, open-minded, charming, observant, confident
Negative Traits:
demanding, extravagant, impatient, self-indulgent, spoiled, vain, promiscuous, manipulative, selfish, materialistic
Personality:
In meeting Lascivia she is all warmth and affection. She enjoys touch and may brush back hair, caress a cheek, or wrap an arm about someone's waist. She loves presents and gifts in any form and is not likely to turn one down. She can usually be seen smiling and is generally a lovely conversational partner. She jokes and laughs and only wants to see others in a good mood. However, her anger is cold and a tempest. She is never the sort to yell. Low and soft she speaks. Gentle in hand, soothing, pulling one closer to her web. Ensnaring. And she is not above torture.

Speciality:
Charisma, control/persuasion, shape-shifting

Dominating Trait:
Lust, sexuality, desire - See history

Skills:

• Can you take a guess at her first one?
• Getting people to do as she wishes
• Reading desires, needs, and wants - Somewhat like mind reading but more non-specific
• Torture
• Deft with small blades

Brief History:

• She was born... Well, it was quite a long time ago, as far as she can remember. Losing track is rather easy when one has been around a while. For as long as there have been humans there has been Lascivia. At first, she had no name and no form. She was an abstract concept. A being brought to existence through human understanding.
• It was perhaps when human-kind stopped being a hunter-gatherer society and settled land that she began to take forms. She would live among them and feed off of their desire. It is during this time she takes the name Lascivia.
• As time moved on she began to be worshipped in her many forms and she relished the attention and gifts. Now and again she would meet others like her. Some new and young. Some who came to be around her time. And some far older and darker than herself.
• She is the mother to the creatures that become labeled as Incubi and Succubi. In some cultures they were muses. In others, demons.
• A religion of suppression starts to take shape. Lascivia loves the imagery of the traditional demon and starts to take this on. Unfortunately for her, it causes her sort to become abhorred in polite society that is ruled by this religion. But human nature is human nature. She is instead worshipped in the dark. Secrets and quiet. Humans become more creative in their sexualities.
• Lascivia finds it is not just imagery but there are little devils about. Of course, their shapes are many and (for the most part) not at all like the images she has seen in her wanderings among humans. She becomes curious and starts to wander in this country too.
• Upon meeting Morelion she is fascinated by his bearing and interested in what he might do. Her curiosity overwhelms her. She comes to him and pledges her allegiance. How far will this man go? How far will she truly follow?

The Ether

Color Code:
C8A7C3
Theme Song:
In This Moment - Whore
Extra Notes:
(For myself, notes to be updated as we go.)

In a Devil's Court.

Should we start moving sheets over?

Blood's Jewels (High Casual Fantasy Revolution)

Location: Root's Teeth, Dhemlan Terreille

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Fatima allowed Jassen to be bossy toward the innkeeper who seemed to take it in good spirits. She was glad of that. It was certainly he who could toss them out on their asses. She plopped down on the bed and kicked off her muddy boots before flopping backward, arms outstretched. She smiled, turning her head toward her companion. "No bugs. No dust. All in all quite comfortable. Better than some accommodations. Certainly much better than the stables." She sat up and crossed her legs on the bed.

"I know you are trying to protect me but there is no need to be so harsh with people. As a general rule, being kind to others until they give you a reason to be unkind. I think it's a good way to be." She grinned her bright, charming smile saved to placate and calm her court. "Don't be so on edge. You also need your rest, friend. Lest we are unable to travel the winds tomorrow. So relax. We'll take turns keeping watch." She yawned lightly and rested her chin on an upturned palm.

She heard a sudden slam from above and she jumped up from the bed, staring at the offending bit of ceiling. "Mother Darkness," she breathed. "What was that?" Now, who was on edge?

Palm Beach Royals: Senior Year

Theme for this post -

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_{Location: School Music Room
Interactions: Briefly Declan
Color: 98AC90}

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His weekend was spent mostly alone, studying. It was a fairly typical weekend. And a very boring weekend. Sunday night was spent flipping through old books of plays he had taken home from the library. Maybe he could find something good, new, and fresh (so to speak) instead of the usual plays the school always did. He fell asleep reading through these and was dead tired when his alarm woke him. Never the less, the dutiful son he did his morning routine and went to school.

He wished he had called in sick. He wished he had stayed home. Another stupid assembly. "Mornin'," he yawned at Declan, falling into an easy chat with his friend. Soon attention was called to the stage and just as easily as his friend Guy began to ignore it. His head lulled backward as he started to fall asleep. He only awoke again when the assembly was over and there was movement around him. Guy wiped some drool from his mouth as he was nudge awake. "Mmm, yeah dude. I'm just gonna grab some eats and I'll meet ya there." He stood and stretched before making his way down to the cafeteria. He only paused when the little gift package was pressed into his hand. It was hard for him not to gasp loudly and he instantly threw it into the nearest garbage can. His cheeks were a hot shade of red as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

Luck was certainly not on his side today. As he made his way through the lunch room to get through to the lunch line, he managed to overhear a certain part of Archer's conversation with Kavan. He really hadn't meant to do it. He hadn't been looking for Archer at all. But it was hard for his ears not to pick up those delicate tones that had always managed to caress his heart into a rapid tap dance. He did not stop. He kept going. Now was not the time. Guy just began throwing random things onto a tray and his mind was in a daze. He checked out and carried the bag of food down to the music room. Upon entry there was Declan. He did not speak. Guy sat at the piano, dropping the bag next to him and shrugging out of his school jacket. Still dazed he began to play Nuvole Bianche, no sheet music in front of him and eyes closed.

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_{Location: Her car in the parking lot
Interactions: Jordan
Color: E0633C}

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Bea's head jerked up and she saw Jordan. His face. Eyes. Nose. Lips... All of it there. Her eyes welled up with tears as overwhelming feelings began to build up inside of her again. Today was just too much. Her heart was doing that thing where it felt like she would die. Slowly, shaking, she moved her legs into the truck and closed her door, rolling open the window to blow the smoke out. Her eyes stared straight ahead as she watched the students begin their daily discourse which had only been paused by the deranged rantings of a power-hungry lunatic.

She dropped the butt of the cigarette onto the ground beside her truck before rubbing her hands over her face. Would he say anything else to her? Did it matter if he did? Her heart demanded to leap out of her throat and her stomach churned wildly. She was dying. And the last stupid thing she had listened to was some crazy people tell her that drugs were bad, mmkay? She turned her face when she heard Jordan's car door slam shut. "Wanna come sit?" she asked before leaning over the bench seat to unlock the door for him. Her voice was soft and shaking horribly. Just about as bad as her whole body, hands especially.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

Mona Windrider

Location: The Palace Barracks
Skills: N/A

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She was following absolutely none of this. She felt so completely confused and it was beginning to show by the way her face and eyes glazed over. She decided that it was better to just put all of her attention on the babe. She sat down on the floor with her not too far away and produced a rattle from one of her many pouches. It was merely a drum skin filled with rocks and meant for dances. However, it worked perfectly for a wee infant.

She shook the rocks for the baby and then handed her the wooden handle. From one of her other pouches, she produced a number of animals carved from semi-precious stones. There was a horse, a rabbit, a pig, a dog, an ox, and a bird. They were large enough the child would not swallow them and so allowed Mona to play safely while the grown-ups talked.