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𝒪𝓇𝒹𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝑀𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸 - 𝒪𝓅𝑒𝓃

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The old witch threw back the thick curtains of her bedroom windows; letting the early light soak in as the sun just began to peak out over the mountain ranges, paining the sky an obnoxiously dull shade of orange. Daylight was become more and more scarce as they entered the winter months. The early frost of this October had not made the grounds little winged friend very happy, especially after he had to thaw out his wings last week. The dawn cast an out of place glow on the stark woman, her skin barely more hued than the ivory chiffon robe she wore. The robe fit like a gown; the chiffon layered with a slip for modesty, secured at the waist with a jeweled brooch, and trimmed in perfectly white fox fur. The fur trim gave volume and shape to the large, draping sleeves and accentuated her neck and face as well as demonstrating her poise. Her white hair was pulled up and wrapped into a silk turban, in the same shade of ivory as her robe. Sharp brown eyes were dramatically winged and her makeup done in a style that was more suited for evening than the morning’s twilight. In truth the woman looked out of place for the time she occupied. Yet it suited her so well. Afterall, Madeleine Whitmore was not known for having ordinary tastes. With a soft tsk of her tongue, Madeleine turned to leave the room. As she exited, she grabbed a pair of white gloves to hide her withered hands which told her age more than anything else could. It was a matter of vanity on her part, but who could blame the witch for wanting to feel younger than the centuries she’d lived. Madeleine strode from the room, with the length of her robe and the swirling of the fur trim she looked almost as if she were gliding across the hall, with only the sound of her heels against the wood to say otherwise. Her image as she came down the stairs was like that of an old Hollywood starlet, an image she adored to garner. “Good morning!” She announced hitting a hard ‘g’ at the end; her voice carrying beyond the foyer. A little assurance that all her tenants would be waking up. Madeleine demanded requested, that all of the residence have one breakfast and one dinner with her each month. Often times she insisted on more simply for her own amusement but one of each was the minimum. This morning was, of course, the day she’d chosen for breakfast, fortunately she’d decided yesterday and gave everyone warning rather than abruptly announcing the meal as she was known to do. Madeleine swept through the foyer and headed down one of the hallways towards the rooms of one of the tenants known to sleep rather late. Her gloved knuckles rapt against the door lightly before opening it without waiting for a response. Each of the tenants were given leave to decorate their rooms however made them comfortable, however this particular tenant had kept some of the original charm and luxury of Madeleine’s furniture choices. There were, sadly, too many pink tones for the witch’s taste but it suited the resident well. She stepped into the dark room, the plush rug dulling the sound of her movements as she crossed over towards the bed. Pulling back the canopy surrounding the bed Madeleine found Eros sprawled out on his bed, a silk sheet tangled around his body and surrounded by enough pillows to bury himself in. Eros was by far Madeleine’s favorite tenant currently staying with her, perhaps even her favorite of those previous occupants as well. He was a colorful young man who was as dramatic and quick witted as Madeleine. Not to mention the similarity in their styles and love of luxury. The incubus was quite beautiful, with his angelic looks, his pale gold hair spreading out like a halo. Even she was disoriented, for a moment, before the feeling faded with the recollection of why she was in the room to begin with. “Eros, love, time to wake up,” She coaxed gently, nudging at his bare shoulder to try and rouse him. “It’s time for breakfast,” She insisted as he began to make the sounds of stirring. “Join us when you’re decent, Cherub.” The witch left the canopy and door open as she left the room to let in some light to help get the incubus up. There was one other she needed to personally retrieve for breakfast, the little garden fairy of the manor; Peony. Normally Peony was a bit more difficult to track down as he would wake up as soon as dawn and began tending to the gardens but with the cold weather, he’d recently moved into the greenhouse for the season making it much easier to catch the little creature. The air of the greenhouse was warm and heavy with the humidity needed for her more exotic plants. The usual flower bed that Peony liked to nestle into was empty so he was likely awake already. Dark eyes darted over nearby plants and pots where the playful thing might try to hide before she noticed a rustling deeper in the greenhouse. Towards the back where she kept her carnivorous plants, she began to hear the familiar ringing of Peony’s voice. Rushing forward a bit she found the fairy trying to detangle himself from a large purple flower whose petals were wrapped around the tiny body and tooth like thorns were attempting to still its prey. Quickly she reached out and plucked the bud from the tree, releasing the fairy into the palm of her hand. “Ah, well, it looks like the biting petunias have finally come in,” Madeleine said, a little breathless as she protectively lifted the disheveled fairy away from the carnivorous plant. The sound of loud, disharmonious bells drew her gaze down towards the little creature in her hand. Peony was glowing a bright red that set off his pink hair and was desperately trying to smooth his wings, complaining all the while about his ordeal. “Yes, yes, I know you don’t like them but they are absolutely essential to my work and my stores were low.” The explanation seemed to do little to soothe the fairy who simply gestured at his torn shirt before crossing his arms and made a bell chime that Madeleine had come to know as a ‘humph’. “Now,” Peony immediately tensed his small body in her hand, knowing her tone of voice, “I know you’re a bit rattled. But, my darling little flower, you are an absolute mess.” The light around Peony flared red again as he chattered away with his bell tones before the color flattened out to a dusty pink. “We’re supposed to be having breakfast together, so won’t you please go get dressed into something less… Chewed on?” Peony pushed off from her hand, zipping around her head and complaining about something, probably having nearly been eaten but Madeleine waved her hand about, forcing the fairy to glide away some so his ringing wouldn’t be as deafening to her. “Now, you know the rules! Go get dressed, or I’ll let the petunias eat you next time,” The witch bluffed. Peony stuck out his tongue and zipped around her head once more before he flew off. “And I want you human sized! Last time we let you eat as a fairy you ate a single blueberry and slept through the whole meal!” She heard distant bells and guessed it meant he understood and agreed, but she wouldn’t know for sure until the fairy returned. Returning to the house she heard a loud crashing sound coming from one of other hallways off of the foyer, turning down towards the noise she saw Sethlon and Alita hovering around a broken vase, “Sethlon, my glorious, lumbering Heracles, was that calamitous noise your doing, by chance?” Looking at the broken item she clucked her tongue, “I will remind you that some of those vases are actually urns, and if you release a vengeful poltergeist, I will be relocating it to your bedroom.” With a disinterested voice she warned, moving back towards the kitchen only tossing a few words back as she left, “And Alita, dear, can you please save your crying for after breakfast?” In the kitchen Madeleine gave a lazy wave of her hand, the fridge opening and ingredients flew out, getting themselves mixed and cooking the meal while the witch went to stand in front of the fancy and excessively complicated French (or was it Italian?) coffee machine. The woman debated whether or not she’d try to make a cup herself or just have Eros make one for her when he finally woke up. Of course, she wasn’t exactly the patient type. Unwilling to risk breaking the machine or wait Madeleine pulled out a champagne glass and waved for orange juice and bubbly. If it has orange juice that made it for breakfast, right? Right. Drinking her mimosa, she watched as a sulking pink haired boy walked in, wearing clothes that clearly weren’t his. The fairy was wearing shorts that one could only barely see under the hem of the oversized t-shirt he had on. Making eye contact with Madeleine Peony’s hands began moving, signing out his words in a flurry. Since Peony wasn’t able to speak as human the witch had suggested sign language as a way to communicate with everyone. Without even really translating the movements she could tell what he was saying, “OH don’t be such a drama queen, flower. That’s for me and Eros to do.”

𝒪𝓇𝒹𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝑀𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸 - 𝒪𝓅𝑒𝓃

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♔ Dragons are the rarest and oldest of the known creatures, their natural lifespans are near to four thousand years. These creatures have been around since before the majority of mammals. There are two subspecies of dragons; Eastern and Western Dragons. Despite anatomical differences the two species ascertain that they are the same and regard each other as family. The behavioral patterns of both dragons are very similar despite geographical separation, both are solitary and territorial of both their dwelling and their hoards. The primary behavioral difference seems to be aggression towards other species as Western Dragons are known to become aggressive towards species, even those smaller and weaker than themselves, while Eastern Dragons tend to overlook and ignore smaller and weaker species so long as those species do not become aggressive towards them. While most literature depicts dragon hoards as being composed entirely of gold and precious gemstones that is a vast oversimplification that is often insulting to the intelligence of Dragons. While the culture of dragons does give them a predisposition to accumulate precious metals and gems, they will add a varying number of objects to their hoard. Often dragon hoards are composed of numerous objects that dragons consider “valuable” these objects can be weapons forged with unique methods or designs, or even scroll and tomes on subjects that the individual dragon finds either interesting or of value to the species who created it. And though many dragons think little of taking sometime from another to add to their hoard most of a dragon’s hoard is made up of gifts, offers, or ritualistic sacrifices of objects from cultures and groups that are either attempting to appease the dragon or worshiping them. Because of their territorial nature and long lifespans many dragons may never have offspring; as a result the species is considered to be critically endangered with only seventeen dragons of either subspecies remaining. Only five of the remaining dragons are young enough to have offspring and efforts are being made to try and conserve them, however due to the intelligent and autonomous nature of dragons the movement has been met with a level of indifference on part of the dragons who believe the current state to be of their own doing and possibly an act of Fate. Fate is a relatively unknown aspect of the dragons’ culture; it is widely regarded as having a separate definition to the human word and may in fact be their religious view. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Qakinyrth’s full name is thus; Qakinyrth Vundryphoageokug Ayverth, He of Golden Scales, Knower of Old, and Keeper of the Relics, the Dragon of Bellamere. Most species are unable to produce the guttural sounds and vocalizations required to properly pronounce the first part of his name, and as such he instructs the majority of individuals to refer to him as Quinn. He has made his home in Bellamere since before the town existed, residing in the underground caverns and hunting in the mountain ranges nearby. It was Qakinyrth who gave the place its name. Coming upon the age of three thousand Qakinyrth was calm enough not to chase away the settlers who came to make a home and instead became somewhat of a symbol and protector of the town they built. After some time, and many misunderstandings between Qakinyrth and the townsfolk, the dragon began to allow the town to view and study parts of his hoard under the condition that the items not leave his cavern. The townsfolk discovered that among the seemingly endless amount of currency (the majority of it being coins, which dragons are most fond of, made of a variety of metals) he also possessed many weapons, pieces of art, and a plethora of scrolls and tomes collected over several ages. Qakinyrth’s was among the first (and one of the only) Western Dragon hoards allowed to be studied which gained the attention of many scholars who traveled the world for a chance to view even a small amount. It also attracted some thieves who were usually eaten without much ceremony by the dragon, occasionally he’d regurgitate the bones and post them as warning to others who thought to take what was his, ironically the regurgitation of partially digested victims attracted even more scholars who wanted to study the biology of a living dragon. This allowance of study and viewing of the hoard led to the eventually construction of a library and museum above the primary entrance of Qakinyrth’s cavern. This allowed for the items to be taken out of the cavern itself without removing them from the possession of the dragon, which made them easier to study. The architecture of the building is large and with open spaces that allow the dragon to wander about the building should he ever desire, which he rarely does. The building itself was designed by a famous dwarven architect who based the design off of the ancient civilizations. Qakinyrth is known to leave for long periods of time, either to hunt, or to travel. Often when he returns he has new items which are added to his collection. On one such occasion he returned with a baby. There was a long city council meeting over whether or not they could actually allow the dragon to keep a potentially stolen child but ultimately it was allowed. This allowance was partially due to the dragon’s assurance that the child was orphaned and partially because the dragon has large teeth and can breathe fire and the city council members did not wish to be barbeque. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♚ Qakinyrth is blind, his eyes began to fade over a century ago. He mostly uses his sense of smell and hearing to identify others. ♚ He's referred to as the owner of the Golden Scales Library of Relics, mainly due to the majority of its collection being a part of his hoard and it having been built above his cavern, however the building is legally owned by the city of Bellamere. ♚ The name "Quinn" came from one of the town's original settlers mispronouncing the dragon's name. Qakinyrth took pity and allowed him to continue to use it and now it has simply become a part of his identity. ♚ He is among the oldest of the dragons still living, to his knowledge only one other dragon is older than himself, a female Eastern Dragon. ♚ Alita was something Qakinyrth collected for her rarity and is actually a part of his hoard. Though most refer to her as his adopted daughter (and he often treats her as such) the dragon still ascertains that she is something belonging to him. ♚ Qakinyrth is at the end of his lifespan and will likely die in a few decades. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Three Thousand Seven Hundred and Thirteen Years Old ♚ Male ♚ Western Dragon ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 4.1 m Tall ♚ 15.8 m Long ♚ 24.7 m Wingspan ♚ 1.8 Tons ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♔ ♚ Old Magic - Dragons use what they call "old magic" which appears to be an amalgam of other magics on an amplified scale. They don't believe in the idea of magic being "black" or "white", instead they think all magic is neutral in nature and thus to be considered "grey" magic. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♔ ♚ Elemental Breath - Though fire breathing is the most common mythology of dragons it is biologically inaccurate. Dragons have specially organs which produce several poisons and toxins which they are able to project in a forceful spray, depending on the specialty organ used several affects can occur. THe most common is the projection of a high flammable spray which is ignited by an organ function at the back of the throat. Another is a highly ionized liquid that can generate an electrical current similar to lightening. There is also a toxin which when exposed to air when sprayed drops in temperature and freezes. All of the liquids produces are highly toxic and deadly to any other species. ♚ Flight - Both Eastern and Western Dragons possess flight. As a Western Dragon his flight is controlled and propelled by his wings. Dragons can fly for both long periods of time and long distances without stopping. In proportion to their size and distance of travel they fly faster than any other species. ♚ Prolonged Lifespan - Most biologist are unsure how dragons are able to live as long as they do, mainly because of their lack of ability to observe dragon behavior and the fact that Western Dragons light themselves on fire when they die and Eastern Dragons fly out to sea before death and allow their bodies to be devoured. However it is known that dragons will typically live past three thousand years and near to four thousand. ♚ Strength - Western Dragons in particular are known to have an exceptionally high percentage of muscle tissue. A Western Dragon can easily overpower an Eastern Dragon and both break through several feet of concrete and steel. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♔ #B37E12 ♔

𝒪𝓇𝒹𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝑀𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸 - 𝒪𝓅𝑒𝓃

	━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Imagine a world like our own; buildings and technology similar to that which we have today but inhabited by individuals both alike and unlike yourself. A world of magic. In this world beings go about there lives just as we do. They have jobs, school, family, and friends. Even with their differences and abilities they live lives like any other. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ The premise of this RP is essentially this: "What if the world, exactly as it is, but magic?" There was a lot of inspiration for this plot, some artwork I saw a year or so ago as well as the recent film by Pixar "Onward". But mostly the inspiration was thoughts like: What if witches ran pharmacies? What if some rebelled by becoming chefs, opening restaurants, and creating recipes instead of potions? What if the most popular pop singer was a siren/mermaid? What if mermaids got around in special wheelchairs? "What if magic?" The actual plot is kinda non-existent as it's more a slice-of-life RP than a true fantasy RP. The fantasy aspect is really just in that the characters aren't human. Mostly I just wanted a laid-back RP where we could explore the idea of what modern life with magic and as magical beings would be like. If that sounds interesting to you than feel free to check out the characters or message me for more details.
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<sub>1. Main rule for all my RP's don't be an asshole. I don't want to see racist or derogatory language used in OOC or IC. I'm not lenient on that. You'll get a warning, if it happens a second time I kick you from the RP and report you. End of story.
2. Don't GM, this is a character interaction based RP so sometimes it will be hard to do long posts if you're interacting with characters. I'd rather see short posts then get complaints about people GMing other characters. NPCs are a different story and can be used however you like unless stated otherwise by their creator.
3. Try not to copy other characters, if they're too similar without reason (i.e. based on lore or literature) I'll ask you to change it.
4. If a species/character says it's rare or uncommon don't try to create one of that race. Please.
5. Because this is a slice-of-life RP I don't place restrictions on character powers, if someone is complain that your character is OP please tell me and I'll talk to them.
6. If anyone is making you feel uncomfortable please message me so that I can address the situation, even if I've done something to make you uncomfortable I want to know so that I can apologize as that's never my intent. I don't want anyone to be unhappy or uncomfortable in my RP.
7. Lastly, it's quite possible that there will be mature-ish themes. No cyber or anything but everything else is kinda fair game in my opinion. If that's not something you're comfortable with then please don't bother joining.

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𝒪𝓇𝒹𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝑀𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸 - 𝒪𝓅𝑒𝓃

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✧ Next to humans, magic users are the most common of species. There are several classes of magic usuers; wizards, witches, sorcerers/sorceresses, and Wiccans. One’s class as a magic user is a matter of personality, beliefs, and chosen school of magic. All classes can use grey magic but one’s class can determine the ease at which other magics are performed. Witches and sorcerers/sorceresses are black magic users with the primary difference between the two being whether or not one possess the ability to divine. Diviners are members of the sorcerer/sorceress class while witches tend to study the art of potion making and occasionally take up scrying (a lesser and more inaccurate kind of divination). Unlike Wiccans, witches are not considered “wood folk” despite all the lore of witches living in woods. Quite often witches do not live in woods as it is much harder to perform hexes without victims. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Madeleine Whitmore is a very, very old resident of Bellamere. How old? No one is exactly sure, mostly because Madeleine is prone to lying about everything regardless of whether or not it is important. When she was younger, she gave varying answers to the question and now, in her old age, she will simply reply that it’s rude to ask a lady that type of question. Town records show she’s been around for over five human generations. The majority fo townsfolk simply refer to her as “the Witch”, not to her face obviously but in private, calling her anything but “Madam Whitmore”, “Miss Whitmore”, etcetera is hazardous to one’s health. The witch owns a large property in town, consisting of near thirty-five acres. How she obtained this property is debatable but she herself suggests she gave the eligible bachelor who previously owned it a love potion and simply waited around for him to die and bequeath his earthly possessions to her. No one is sure if that’s actually true however. After having spent around seven decades on her own in the property Madeleine had the estate undergo a series of renovations before opening it up as a boarding home of sorts. The application process seems to be rather vague, mostly consisting of whether or not Madeleine thinks someone is interesting rather than if they’re appropriate tenants. The rules of the home are rather lax and all residents are essentially given free reign to do as they wish and set up wherever they like on the grounds. Even Madeleine’s “private” rooms aren’t off limits, she just warns them that if they turn into horrific abominations after poking around her things she won’t be blamed for it. She and Qakinyrth are old friends and she has tea with him once a month, which is why she agreed to take in Alita as a ward of sorts. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ Is very well versed in botany and keeps several exotic (and carnivorous) plants in her greenhouse. ✦ Has published a recipe book of her own potions. ✦ Many people in town simply refer to her as "the Witch". ✦ She'd never admit it but her tenants are like surrogate children to her. ✦ Despite Peony being bonded to her she doesn't speak Fae. However, she's rather good at guessing at what the fairy is saying. ✦ She's a terrible gossip. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ A Lady Never Tells ✦ Female ✦ Magic User, Witch ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 176.2 cm ✦ 57.3 kg ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✧ ✦ Black Magic - Magic used for selfish or self-serving purposes, immortality seeking magic, etc. ✦ Grey Magic - Neutral magic, generally considered "practical" magic ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✧ ✦ Potion Making - Madeleine has always been gifted at potion making, she can make a potion for just about anything regardless of whether or not she has a recipe. ✦ Herbalism - The use of herbs and plants for medical (and non-medical) uses. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✧ 6B267F ✧

𝒪𝓇𝒹𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝑀𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸 - 𝒪𝓅𝑒𝓃

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♡ Fairies consist of two subspecies; wild fairies and garden fairies. Wild fairies are both reclusive and secretive, rarely engaging with those not considered Wood Folk (High Elves, Wood Nymphs, Sylphs, Sprites, etc) . Garden fairies are the less common of the two but more well known to others due to their sociable nature. These fairies prefer to dwell in more populated areas such as towns and cities. They received their name due to their tendency to settle in gardens and parks where they tend to the plants, they are popular residents for botanical gardens and large estates due to their floral magics which keep gardens flourishing even in harsh winters. Garden fairies have been known to take human forms, in which they lose their wings but retain the majority of their magic; it is unknown if wild fairies also possess this ability. This human form can be maintained for an indefinite amount of time but will exhaust the fairy afterwards. Fairies are generally under 20 centimetres (near to 8 inches) tall and weigh less than 25 grams (less than an ounce). Even their human forms are rather sleight, around 160 centimetres (about 6’3”) and weighing 53 kilograms (about 115 pounds). The wings of fairies are composed of chitin and resemble those of butterflies and moths in both structure and pattern. Fairies generally give off a faint glow which can change in hue based on their emotional state. In their natural fairy forms, fairies speak the Fae Language wherein their voices sound like ringing bells, and cannot speak any other language. The Fae Language is understood by all Wood Folk inherently and is notoriously difficult to learn for other species as the sounds are all very similar and have multiple meanings depending on inflection and body language. Garden fairies are typically very childlike, they get emotional easily and tend to act on these emotions regardless of propriety. They have been known to play harmless pranks or tricks on other species but rarely seem to engage with each other. Garden fairies are also known to form a strong bond with one person in particular, this bond is rarely if ever romantic, and become very possessive towards that individual growing easily jealous if that person has other strong bonds with others. Literature suggests that whether or not the individual in question speaks Fae has little to do with the likelihood of being chosen by a fairy, instead personality seems to be the main criteria, as they have been known to bond with someone who does not speak Fae even with a natural Fae speaker is present. All fairies are vegetarians. Their diets consist mostly of nectar, sugar water, and fruits that are high in sugar due to the amount of energy they expend flying. Typically, a fairy consumes almost its entire weight daily. Many fairies also enjoy honey as a snack but have to be careful of the substance getting on their wings as it will hinder flight. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Peony is a Garden Fairy that has claimed the grounds and gardens of Whitmore Boarding Home as his own. The old witch Madeleine was the one to find him over fifteen years ago and named him after the flower she found him sleeping in; a red peony. Madeleine is also the person Peony is bonded to. There isn’t much of a history to the fairy as they tend to settle into their homes early on in their lives and rarely leave their gardens for more than a few hours at a time. The fairy is a common sight both on the grounds and inside the house and is familiar with every tenant, mostly because they can’t keep the pest out of their rooms, luckily he’s mostly harmless and will usually just leave fresh flowers to cheer people up but he does sometimes take small shiny things and hide them for fun. He enjoys tagging along with everyone to the Sunday markets and making judgments about the produce grown without fairy magic (the judgments are usually negative). Peony has been banned from the local coffee shop after an incident where he made the owner fall in love with a tea pot after they had insulted some of the honey which had been made with flowers Peony grew. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♡ The pattern of his wings resemble Blushing Phantom Butterfly wings (Cithaerias pireta). ♡ Sleeps in the Greenhouse during winter because he doesn't want his wings to frost over. ♡ Doesn't like frogs or toads because they often mistake him for an insect and try to eat him. ♡ When he falls asleep in flowers he sometimes will wake up covered in pollen. ♡ He uses sign language to communicate in his human form since he cannot speak. ♡ Can tell what flower nectar was used to make honey by tasting it. ♡ Peony is pansexual. ♡ Is allergic to iron. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Twenty Six ♡ Male ♡ Garden Fairy ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 16.1 cm Fairy Form ♡ 14.2 g Fairy Form 151.9 cm Human Form ♡ 44.3 kg Human Form ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♡ ♡ Floral Magic - Fairies have the ability to enhance and accelerate the the growth of any kind of plant. The flowers produced by floral magic tend to be brighter in color and have a stronger aroma, while fruits and vegetables produced by floral magic tend to be larger and more flavorful. ♡ Healing Magic - Fairies have a mild healing magic, they are able to heal small wounds and cure most poisons with ease. ♡ Love Inducement - Can make people fall in love with each other. Most often used as a prank as it can cause varying results. The enchantment can be broken either with a reversal potion or with "true loves kiss" (again results vary). A fairy cannot, however, make someone fall in love with them. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♡ ♡ Flight - Fairies have four wings, two large forewings and two smaller hindwings which can each more independently of each other. This allows for them to adjust and swiftly change directions mid-flight, they can stay airborne even in strong winds and various weather conditions. ♡ Fauna Communication - Like all fairies Peony can communicate with a number of animals and insects. ♡ Fairy Dust - A rare and magical dust that is produced from a fairy's wings, it can grant temporary flight and is a key ingredient in both luck and love potions. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♡ F4A4C3 ♡

𝒪𝓇𝒹𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝑀𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸 - 𝒪𝓅𝑒𝓃

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𝒪𝓇𝒹𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝑀𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸 - 𝒪𝓅𝑒𝓃

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Just a Generic 'Hi There'

Hey I'm LIVE and I followed Morbid here from EliteSkills. And now I shall follow her example and do a little introduction.

I started Role Playing in my senior year of high school, I think, I have the memory of a goldfish so don't quote me on that timeline. At the time my girlfriend was on EliteSkills so she introduced me and since I enjoyed it I stuck around and made some friends, thought of some stories, all that jazz. Like Morbid I also love getting deep into the lore of a story and crafting something, sometimes I just come up with ideas and never see them to fruition.

I tend to come off as cold or bitchy or whatever when I don't know someone but I promise I'm not all that scary.

I prefer to do male characters as I am male and thus identify with my characters. I enjoy fantasy, sci-fi, supernatural (not the show but the genre), horror, and even slice-of-life role plays.