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Charlotte looked down at the lizard man. Ew. She had just kissed a lizard man. She said nothing, just stared at her boss. Richard was cowering in the corner.

“You fucking pussy. Get up and clean the place up you asshole” She lit a cigarette and looked back to Joseph.

"Well, I've gotta say, that wasn't half bad..."
She shook her head.

“I… haven’t done anything like that in a while…” She whispered, watching Joseph pull weapons off of the man. What the heck were those attached guns? Weird.

"Hey Cashier, nice job." She scowled.
“Not anymore… and my name is actually Charlotte.” She took a huge drag and sighed deeply, looking over to Richard. His beetroot face was now looking pretty angry. Charlotte bit the inside of her cheek slightly. As she held back tears again she looked up to see Joe holding something up for her.

"If you can't find a new job somewhere else, press a drop of your own blood into this symbol here in the center, and it'll let us talk without having to worry about phone numbers or anything like that. I'll talk to Powers when he gets back from France. I reckon he'll be interested in someone with... I'm guessing some kind of wind manipulation?"

She scratched her head and took the small piece of paper. It had some odd scribbles on it.

"Oh well, whatever. If you're ever interested in a job at HERO, use the rune and I'll organize a meeting. Or just go to the Lucky Cow at some point and ask for Joseph if you wanna do it the boring old fashioned way. Old man there knows me by name, so he'll be able to give you my number."

She put the rune into her bag and nodded.

“I’ll… I’ll think about it,” She said, nodding to Joseph as he took the lizard man away. Richard had got up now and was staring at Charlotte, his piggy eyes bloodshot, his burning glare having next to no effect on her. She took a chocolate bar from the counter and threw her cigarette on the floor before making her way out. Richard scrambled after her but he was too short and fat, giving up after barely reaching the door.

Charlotte took her time walking home. Despite hating her job with a passion it was all she had.
It was turning dark when she arrived at her apartment. It was pretty cold and she stepped on her post as she entered. Bills, bills and more bills. She picked them up and put them on the side before making her way into the kitchen. Fuck the washing up… she was meant to do that last night. Sighing, she put the kettle on and began rooting about in the cupboards. A few packets of instant noodles fell out, one of them bursting open on the floor, oodles of noodles shattering all over the place.

“Fucks sake.”

She rooted about for her dustpan and brush, sweeping the mess up and putting it in the bin before opening the other packet and placing them into the pan, before sprinkling on the little sachet and pouring the hot water on. Lottie took the paper from her bag and looked at it. What even was it? She folded it back up and put it in her back pocket before stirring her noodles and switching on the TV. Another report on some heroics of a member of H.E.R.O. She wasn’t cut out for all that helping shit. Emptying her noodles into a bowl she pulled out the rune from her pocket and looked at it again.

“Hmm. Nah.” She threw it in the bin and changed the channel to something less boring… A gangster movie, perfect. She finished her dinner and then cleared up before going out for a smoke. She decided to take out the trash as she did so, tying a knot in the top and carrying it out. As she made her way down the stairs, something shuffled in the dark. Paying little to no attention Lottie continued as she was, putting a cigarette between her lips in preparation. As she reached the door she noticed that it was locked from the inside… usually it’s just left open because all the doors inside have locks. She went to unlock it only to be smashed against it by the person who had been hiding beneath the stairwell. Lottie’s head was bleeding and she rolled over to see a man dressed in all black. He was pressed the knife to her neck and his eyes looked angry.

“DID YOU GET MY MATE ARRESTED!” He said, his hand quivering as the knife just touched the side of her neck. Lottie was panicking slightly.

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

The man began to apply pressure to her neck.

“DON’T LIE TO ME BITCH!”

Blood began to drip and she began to calm down slightly, remaining quiet as she began removing the air from the man's lungs. His eyes looked shocked all of a sudden and he lost his grip on the knife, falling to the floor and gasping for air, foam appearing at the edges of his mouth as he flounced one the ground like a fish.

“Yeah. It was me. I’ll take you to be with him if you want.”

The man looked at her and then passed out. The trash had been ripped open in the brawl and she sighed, picking it up and trying to keep it in the bag as best she could. Forgetting she had thrown it away she picked Joseph’s rune up… the blood on her hands dripped onto the piece of paper.

“Fuck”


Lottie laughed.
"Pretty much... seen as we get like one customer an hour. You have no idea how boring it is in here."

She sat down behind the counter again, lighting a cigarette inside without a care in the world. In truth, she was treating him like she was because he gave off an aura... something about him was different but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She smoked like a champ. She didn't exhale but more just opened her mouth, letting the smoke seep slowly out thickly.

"Jesus. The hell kinda daylight robbery is this?" She looked up at the man, putting her feet up on the counter, holding her cigarette between her lips "Hey Cashier, next time you see your boss, tell them they're a dipshit for me, won't you?"
She burst out laughing. If only he knew Richard.

"As it happens my boss is a top-class asshole." As she said that the backdoor opened, a small squat man entering the shop from what looked like an office behind. Lottie stubbed out her cigarette and put it behind her ear. The man's face was bright red. The shopper wasn't paying much attention just getting some bread.

"That's it you fucking slut ugly ass good for nothing bitch! YOU'RE FIRED!"

Lottie tried not to look upset in front of Joe... don't show weakness. In truth, this was all she had. Richard had connections and would stop her from getting a job in another corner shop ANYWHERE in the whole city.

"G... GOOD!" She said stuttering slightly "I fucking hate this job and you anyway!" She lit her cigarette again in the shop much to Richard's ungodly annoyance. He looked like he was going to explode. She put her jacket on and gave Richard the finger, biting her lip to try and hold back the tears that had begun to brim in the corners of her eyes."I hope you burn in hell you sad bastar-" With that a man burst in, bumping into Lottie and pushing her to the floor.

"Open the register." The robber said with a slight growl to his voice, pointing his gun at Lottie. The shopper was now paying attention but just looked down at tiredly as if to say he couldn’t be bothered. She looked into the gun and took a drag of her cigarette.

"OPEN IT NOW!” The robber shouted, kicking her and grabbing the collar of her coat, pulling her up. He pulled her face close to his and spat right in her eye, pushing the gun against her head.
"Don’t waste my fucking ti-“
Lottie kissed the man on the lips, the smoke she had just drawn in seeping into his mouth. For a moment the man was stunned slightly as he wasn’t expecting it. She drew her lips from his, her face looking utterly disgusted at the taste that lingered in her mouth. With that the man fell back spluttering, coughing and choking as if he was suffocating. His face went redder than Richards (who was cowering away in his office may I add) and huge pulsating veins appeared on his face. His eyes were becoming bloodshot. His grip on the gun loosened and Lottie took it from him. As she did the man coughed out a large cloud of smoke, gasping for air and then passing out. She emptied the magazine and took another drag of her cigarette before stepping over the man, making her way out of the shop.

"Thanks for the help pissbreath.” She said to Joe smirking.



It had been about 3 hours since the last customer had come into the shop. The woman was elderly and smelt so strongly of stale eggs and powdered milk that Lottie couldn't help but gag slightly when she placed a bottle of vodka on the counter. She had opened it as soon as she had paid, staggering out of the shop as she swigged a high mouthful from it. Quite the specimens could be seen here.

Lottie stretched out in her seat, similar to that of a cat who has just woken up. There are a lot of boring jobs and this is certainly one of them. After playing solitaire with herself, reading her fashion magazine, sewing up a pair of her trousers from her bag, eating her breakfast AND lunch, smoking between each thing, of course, there wasn't much left to do. She got up out of her chair and went to peruse the snack aisle. It was then that she heard that dreaded noise. The screech of the automatic doors that she was almost certain hadn't been oiled since the day they'd been fitted. She didn't look up, just continued to browse... they didn't even have any Oreos. The doors closed and the scum that had stumbled in felt the need to proclaim his entrance.

"Heeey," said the person. Slurring the middle of the word hey meant two things: you were pissed OR you were trying to pick up a woman, and it was pretty obviously the latter... she hoped. The man was tall enough to see over the aisles so her attempt to remain hidden had been ultimately futile. She folded her wings in as tightly as she could - people seem to dislike them. Lottie let her eyes dart to and from the man. He looked older than he probably was, his face sagging slightly and his eyes appearing slightly hollow and empty, almost like the thousand-yard stare of a traumatized soldier. Despite his appearance, Charlotte sensed a crumb of something different about him. She slowly made her way back to the counter, trying not to get in his way. With that, he spoke up again.

"You got any milk or eggs n' shit here?" He asked, his voice lazy and gruff. Any eggs and milk in a convenience store. For most that's pretty much the only thing people buy in them but in this shit tip of a so-called "shop," Lottie wouldn't have been surprised if there wasn't any. Despite her thinking, she would still make a snide remark.

"Eggs and milk? Have you ever been to a fucking convenience store all we sell is eggs, milk, alcohol, and cigarettes," she scoffed, walking out from the counter and entering the egg aisle only to bump right into the man. He was stood RIGHT next to the eggs. Nevermind. He was just as dense as the rest of them.

"Where are the eggs? Oh, I dunno... Right in front of you!" She grabbed his sleeve and pulled him back allowing him to see the whole egg selection. "Jesus you're a lazy lump!". The smell of her modest and demure floral perfume would fill his nostrils as she stood next to him, arms folded with a disappointed look on her face. Despite her best efforts they may be the tiniest whiff of a cigarette to one with an acute sense of smell. She looked around the shop once more then pointed over to the fridges in the back corner of the shop.

"Milks over there in the fridge. They twat who runs this dump put it all the way at the back so people would pass all the other shit they don’t wanna buy and be enticed. Would have the opposite effect on me if I’m honest." She looked up at him again, his lazy features explaining that this man just didn’t care about life at the moment. She sighed.

"I thought I was a bore. Let me get the milk for you and save those tired little legs of yours," she said in a mocking sarcastic voice. A little smidgen of kindness perhaps. Although yes she was talking him down… she was actually getting the milk for him.
She opened the fridge which was far warmer than it should be, routing about to find one that wasn’t over the sell by date. Once she’d got one she made her way back, handing the carton to him.

"Here you go. Just to let you know the store closes in..." She looked up at the clock “8 hours! Soyou probably have JUST enough time to pick some eggs then eventually make your way over to the counter and pay. Heaven help us if you want anything else,” She says laughing slightly, remaining stood beside him as she waited for his response.



Elizabeth watched the ceremony attentively. Already a lot of things were happening... She stood quietly, her eyes darting around at the large number of people everywhere. Battle of the Bands? Lizzie could damn sing... but in front of all these people. No chance.
Eventually, her gaze met William's. The boy she had met earlier. He seemed annoyed at something. She stood looking at her feet for the rest of the ceremony, jumping suddenly as William addressed her. She took the food but left the acorns.

"I'll... See what I can do. Don't worry I don't need the acorns,"
She said, smiling slightly, sprouting a small oak sapling in her palms.

Quickly, she got to work, making her way to the stage and eating the food that William had handed her. This wouldn't take too much energy.
As she reached the stage she began to sprout large oak trees from the ground, 6 being planted by the end and all standing around 50ft tall.
They were arranged in a sort of triangular pattern, in order to amplify the sound outwards and into the audience, sort of like a funnel.
She looked around and admired her work.







THUD. THUD. THUD.

The lovely sound of footsteps from the flat upstairs. Charlotte groaned, trying to pull her head up from the pillow. It was like pulling apart two strong magnets… a lot of effort just to look at the time.

“Urgh… Half past five. Thanks a lot for waking me AGAIN Carl.”

She laid back down, closing her eyes and trying desperately to get to sleep again. She began to drift, reaching that point where you are floating between consciousness and unconsciousness, in a strange lucid state as you slowly fall asle-

SLAM!

She jolted awake again. Carl must’ve left his flat now. And she was fully awake. She sat up, stretching her arms and letting her wings spread their full 10ft span. Her hair was a mess, not exactly sticking up but it’s sheer volume looking like a bad 60s hairdo. Lottie stood up and moseyed over to the bathroom, staring at herself for a good 2 minutes for no reason.

“Hrrrrrrr… Could life get any more boring?”

She picked up her toothbrush and put some paste on before aimlessly brushing, her eyelids heavy as she did so.

“Shower… I need a shower.”

She spent a good 15 minutes in the shower, singing sleepily as she often did. Another 30 minutes was then spent drying her hair and braiding it at the back. Then ANOTHER 30 minutes picking something to wear. Finally she drew on her usual winged eyeliner and was done with getting ready.

Lottie’s kitchen was small and damp had begun to tint the walls a strange green colour. She made a coffee and poured it in her reusable cup before stepping out into the extremely gray stairwell. As she stepped outside she pulled out her packet of cigarettes, got one out and lit it before making her way down the street. She knew it was bad for her but the rush… worth it every time… depressing that the only ounce of joy she feels is from some plant that will eventually kill her. She took her last drag and threw it down on the floor, putting it out with her shoe before entering the convenience store and sitting down behind the counter.

“You’re late… again.”
It was her boss, Richard. He was a man who lived by his schedule, never leaving it for a second. Lottie let her eyes travel to the clock as slow as possible. 7:01.

“One minute. ONE MINUTE. You’re the reason Dick is short for Richard…”
She said rolling her eyes. Richard furrowed his brow angrily.

“I’m this close to firing you! And what did I say about shoulders… NO shoulders showing it’s suggestive.”

She was wearing a white over the shoulder top, nothing that would make feel customers uncomfortable.

“You are unbelievable”
She said monotonously before looking back at the clock. Only 11 more hours of this...

Hello there! Are you still accepting? If so I’d love to join the discord before creating my character just so I can get to know everyone?
Name: Elizabeth “Lizzie” Florence

Appearance:
Lizzie has thick brown hair, that stops at around her midriff. She more often than not has her signature winged eyeliner on and has usually got some sort of flower in her hair or on whatever she is wearing. Her eyes are blue grey around the outside with a green and orange burst around her pupil. They are big and warming.

The main quality that makes her stick out is her wings that are similar to that of an angel. They are feathered and white, often with daisy’s or flowers interwoven into them.



Age: 18

Bio:
Elizabeth was born into a working class family in Iliad city to parents Norman and Charlotte. The two had met at a bar some 9 months ago and the rest is history... except Norman was only here for the child. He didn’t love Charlotte but she didn’t know that. The two parents possessed little to no magic traits, her mother able to boil liquids on sight and her father able to change the colour of his eyes.

Life in the Florence house wasn’t all that bad for a while, with Charlotte staying at home and Norman working to raise money for his darling daughter. Florence began reading at a young age and became enthralled in stories and magic. At 5 she began to show magical signs, sprouting a small rose from the palm of her hand whilst in school. She was a clever child, often dumbfounding her parents with the things she would come out with. As she grew her flower magic blossomed into a very beautiful ability, becoming one with nature, listening to plants and sprouting them up from wherever she pleased. However it didn’t take long for her to realise that something wasn’t quite right with her father. She was around 8 when she started noticing him becoming slightly... distant?

On a warm summers day a few weeks after Elizabeth’s 13th birthday her dad kissed her goodbye and left for his Saturday shift. His work was lacking in employees so he had been given a weekend slot a few years ago. As he left the house, Elizabeth had put her shoes on. The flowers had spoken. They had seen him walking somewhere that wasn’t work. She followed him for a long while until he reached a house and was greeted at the door by a woman... and a child. Elizabeth knew instantly, and shouted to her father. He wasn’t angry at her, his face just cracked, tears brimming in his eyes. The one thing in his life that he cared about most... even more than his new child, his real partner... was going to want nothing to do with him... and that was true.

Elizabeth wouldn’t speak to him. Or her mother. She sat in her room, reading for hours and hours on end, her magic becoming more and more sad, the flowers around the house dying, only crows now roosting on the roof. As the days passed, her mothers mental state declined rapidly, unfortunately leading to her demise. Foxgloves. She used foxgloves to poison her coffee. Lizzie found her in her favourite chair. Her nosiness... the foxgloves SHE grew... had killed her own mother. It was at this time that she vowed to never cause upset to anyone if she could help it. It was also the time her wings came.

Living alone was difficult for a 13 year old, and Elizabeth was beginning to mature, unsure of how to deal with puberty and the mix of emotions she felt. She had buried her mother in the garden. Bottled it up inside her... hidden from anyone. Just as things were getting worse, she broke out with awful back ache, often spending all day in bed with pain. This changed though when she realised why... she had read extensively into contacting your guardian angel, how to summon it and understand what it was. It was a final lonely cry for help in a sense... but this was it... she was becoming her own guardian angel.

Her wings were small initially but after a couple of years they were fully fledged and beautiful... though she would always see them as a burden. She rarely left the house, usually grew her own food and taught herself. It was only when she became 18 that she thought it was time to move on... join Marduk academy like she had always dreamt of as a kid...

Mundane Skills:
As well as being invested in magic and reading, Elizabeth is a rather skilled seamstress, creating all of her clothes and dresses, a skill she was taught by her mother. This is more necessary now also due to her wings. Fashion is her main passion other than magic and she always does winged eyeliner around her beautiful green and orange eyes. Her solitude has also helped her grow into a great cook, who is also very resourceful with what she has to access.

Magic:

Flora growth:
Once coming into contact with a plant, Elizabeth can grow it wherever she pleases and can make them sprout from the ground or from her hands etc. The larger the plant the more energy it takes from her. This can be used for ALL sorts of situations. For example if she were to be chased she could grow vines around the feet of the attacker and trip them up.

Flora communication:
Although not fully sentient, plants hold whispers from the past; little snippets of what they’ve just seen, a sort of camera to life if you like. Elizabeth can listen and see what information the plant holds... good or bad.

Wings:
Her white wings sprout from her back about halfway down. They have a wingspan of 10ft when fully extended out and are around 4’8ft in length, just shy of a foot off Elizabeth’s full height.

Personality:

A smiling and loving girl, Elizabeth is as close to an angel as you can get... if you can actually crack her that is. Being confined for years doesn’t bode well for social skills of which she has lost over the years. She was once the centre of attention so school will perhaps come as a shock to her... but hopefully break her from her shell. She buries her problems so if she opens up to you... it means she likes you. She will never pry and she will often become frustrated as she always tries to please... however don’t take this as an opportunity to walk all over her... she will stand her ground where necessary.

Faction (Marduk, Ishtar, or Cassandra Club when it's founded): Marduk

Are you a Descendant of the Illuminated Poet?: No
Name: Elizabeth “Lizzie” Florence

Appearance:
Lizzie has thick brown hair, that stops at around her midriff. She more often than not has her signature winged eyeliner on and has usually got some sort of flower in her hair or on whatever she is wearing. Her eyes are blue grey around the outside with a green and orange burst around her pupil. They are big and warming.

The main quality that makes her stick out is her wings that are similar to that of an angel. They are feathered and white, often with daisy’s or flowers interwoven into them.



Age: 18

Bio:
Elizabeth was born into a working class family in Iliad city to parents Norman and Charlotte. The two had met at a bar some 9 months ago and the rest is history... except Norman was only here for the child. He didn’t love Charlotte but she didn’t know that. The two parents possessed little to no magic traits, her mother able to boil liquids on sight and her father able to change the colour of his eyes.

Life in the Florence house wasn’t all that bad for a while, with Charlotte staying at home and Norman working to raise money for his darling daughter. Florence began reading at a young age and became enthralled in stories and magic. At 5 she began to show magical signs, sprouting a small rose from the palm of her hand whilst in school. She was a clever child, often dumbfounding her parents with the things she would come out with. As she grew her flower magic blossomed into a very beautiful ability, becoming one with nature, listening to plants and sprouting them up from wherever she pleased. However it didn’t take long for her to realise that something wasn’t quite right with her father. She was around 8 when she started noticing him becoming slightly... distant?

On a warm summers day a few weeks after Elizabeth’s 13th birthday her dad kissed her goodbye and left for his Saturday shift. His work was lacking in employees so he had been given a weekend slot a few years ago. As he left the house, Elizabeth had put her shoes on. The flowers had spoken. They had seen him walking somewhere that wasn’t work. She followed him for a long while until he reached a house and was greeted at the door by a woman... and a child. Elizabeth knew instantly, and shouted to her father. He wasn’t angry at her, his face just cracked, tears brimming in his eyes. The one thing in his life that he cared about most... even more than his new child, his real partner... was going to want nothing to do with him... and that was true.

Elizabeth wouldn’t speak to him. Or her mother. She sat in her room, reading for hours and hours on end, her magic becoming more and more sad, the flowers around the house dying, only crows now roosting on the roof. As the days passed, her mothers mental state declined rapidly, unfortunately leading to her demise. Foxgloves. She used foxgloves to poison her coffee. Lizzie found her in her favourite chair. Her nosiness... the foxgloves SHE grew... had killed her own mother. It was at this time that she vowed to never cause upset to anyone if she could help it. It was also the time her wings came.

Living alone was difficult for a 13 year old, and Elizabeth was beginning to mature, unsure of how to deal with puberty and the mix of emotions she felt. She had buried her mother in the garden. Bottled it up inside her... hidden from anyone. Just as things were getting worse, she broke out with awful back ache, often spending all day in bed with pain. This changed though when she realised why... she had read extensively into contacting your guardian angel, how to summon it and understand what it was. It was a final lonely cry for help in a sense... but this was it... she was becoming her own guardian angel.

Her wings were small initially but after a couple of years they were fully fledged and beautiful... though she would always see them as a burden. She rarely left the house, usually grew her own food and taught herself. It was only when she became 18 that she thought it was time to move on... join Marduk academy like she had always dreamt of as a kid...

Mundane Skills:
As well as being invested in magic and reading, Elizabeth is a rather skilled seamstress, creating all of her clothes and dresses, a skill she was taught by her mother. This is more necessary now also due to her wings. Fashion is her main passion other than magic and she always does winged eyeliner around her beautiful green and orange eyes. Her solitude has also helped her grow into a great cook, who is also very resourceful with what she has to access.

Magic:

Flora growth:
Once coming into contact with a plant, Elizabeth can grow it wherever she pleases and can make them sprout from the ground or from her hands etc. The larger the plant the more energy it takes from her. This can be used for ALL sorts of situations. For example if she were to be chased she could grow vines around the feet of the attacker and trip them up.

Flora communication:
Although not fully sentient, plants hold whispers from the past; little snippets of what they’ve just seen, a sort of camera to life if you like. Elizabeth can listen and see what information the plant holds... good or bad.

Wings:
Her white wings sprout from her back about halfway down. They have a wingspan of 10ft when fully extended out and are around 4’8ft in length, just shy of a foot off Elizabeth’s full height.

Personality:

A smiling and loving girl, Elizabeth is as close to an angel as you can get... if you can actually crack her that is. Being confined for years doesn’t bode well for social skills of which she has lost over the years. She was once the centre of attention so school will perhaps come as a shock to her... but hopefully break her from her shell. She buries her problems so if she opens up to you... it means she likes you. She will never pry and she will often become frustrated as she always tries to please... however don’t take this as an opportunity to walk all over her... she will stand her ground where necessary.

Faction (Marduk, Ishtar, or Cassandra Club when it's founded): Marduk

Are you a Descendant of the Illuminated Poet?: No
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