Lyla

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Sarah never thought much of sleeping into sleep. These days, it was between that, reading, eating, and drinking - sometimes when she was adventurous, she'd take a walk or go to the mall. So when sleep came suddenly, she apathetically accepted its embrace, however when she opened her eyes - she saw herself slumped over the chair with the book making a 'thump' on the chair. A blink or two and she just found herself staring, like she was in some bad dream - nightmare? No, being dead wasn't not the worst thing she could've imagined happening to her.

Then she began to slow slowly, causing her to look around in panic as she tried to grasp what was going on. As she went higher, she sighed, thinking to herself, 'I did die.. didn't I?' She groaned and sighed as she started her ascent upwards only to feel a sudden rush of a pull that forced her to yipe sharply. Phasing through the ceiling of her house, she looked up and took a deep breath - or what she imagined to be one - and enjoyed the rushing of clouds, zipping past the moon with a thoughtful smile on her face. She was ready to accept a release from her pain.

As she found herself flying into a bright light, she felt a warmth - at first wondering if this was some form heaven, pursing her lips and curious if she even deserved such a pleasant realm. Her thoughts were interrupted as the heat quickly soared into almost flesh-tearing flames and her mind went blank with pain, causing her to simply scream. No thoughts occurred, only feelings, of deep sadness and anger at herself. She did her best to mentally block the pain out and simply did the only thing she could, which was to endure.

She couldn't remember how long the pain lasted, how hot it had gotten, but it disappeared almost as quickly as it had come. It left her shocked and bewildered, spinning aimlessly in a void that was just full of emptiness - her mind only able to comprehend it as black though not of anything she knew before - not space, not darkness, not shadows, just nothing. Instead of fear, she felt peace and relief at finally just existing within nothing and no worries or troubles to bother her anymore.

A flash caught her eyes though - then another. They were like bright bubbles of light, asking for attention and giggling at her as they slowly began to blind her. She had no choice but to close her eyes. The rush of wind against her body caused them to snap back open though as she found herself above the clouds, floating above a mountainous landscape, beautiful and snow covered - wait, not floating, falling!

Her eyes widened at the realization as she started to fall through the scream and screamed, "what the hell!?" This she could not comprehend - was she alive again? Only to be falling towards some sort of second death? And how the fuck did she end up so high. She tried to look behind her, expecting to see a plane - maybe she was drugged and pushed off for her money - but nothing. There was nothing and she was simply falling. To her death. She'd soon hit the ground now. What was on the other side of it this time?

Everything went black then.

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Morgane

Morgane the White Witch

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N A M E

Morgane

T I T L E

The White Witch // The Scholar

N A T I O N A L I T Y

Alovian

A G E

32

G E N D E R

Female

S E X U A L I T Y

Homosexual

A P P E A R A N C E

Morgane keeps herself as simple as a witch could ever hope to keep herself, modestly brushed black hair that frames her face until it falls to her shoulders. Stunning eyes that shine white with subtle power behind them. She is lithe and fit enough, having traveled the swamps and ruins of her people with little to no scars (though she does have a faint gash in her stomach). She dresses in white to not only match her eyes but in contrast to other witches - mostly to put others at ease - though the style is unique and archaic as if from a time long passed.

I N T E R E S T S

☽ Myths, Legends, Fables
☽ The study of magic
☽ Water & The Moon
☽ Musicians and the art of Music
☽ Art

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Morgane is very unusual for a witch and perhaps the only one like her in this current age. Unlike other witches that simply practice magic, she has delved into the study of how it functions and why it works and where it comes from - speaking very closely to her scholarly intelligence. She is often interested and fascinated by the supernatural and out of the ordinary such as dragons and magical beasts, ruins, and ancient sites. This is by far one of her stronger traits.

She is otherwise untrusting of others and yet friendly and polite, a mix of her personal experience and tales of heroes long past. A concoction of traits that allows her to be empathic and kind and yet somehow bitter at how the world has treated her. She usually keeps others at arm's length while allowing them the chance to get closer and break her walls down, if someone takes the effort to do so. Normally, this attitude allows her to also wave off suspicion and distrust from others as nothing but obstacles to her studies.

H I S T O R Y

Morgane was like in any other witch child only in the sense that once her magic flared up and started a small fire, she was sent into the swamp to fend for herself, alone, to make it to the witch huts. However this is where the similarity stops for even when she was young, she would question things far beyond her peers - always thinking outside the box. This was a frustration to both herself and to her tutors within the witch community. When they attempted to teach her magic, she would constantly question its nature and functions which were mysteries to the witches as a whole. Most likely, the only reason any tutors stayed with her was because of her amazing grasp of the incantations and rituals that often exceeded her peers and at times - her masters.

By the time she was a teenager, she had all but exhiled herself from the community by simply being who she was, most of them ignoring or trying to manipulate her for her genuis, causing her to become somewhat bitter with others - since it felt like she didn't belong anywhere. However what did push her on was a pursuit of magical study in a way that no one else did. Instead of treatly it with mystery and something that was beyond the understanding of mortals, she took the time to decipher it like a science - a logic puzzle - writing down common incantations, symbols, words and recording them all into a spellbook of sorts.

Her first major breakthrough however was when she was in her young adult years, having moved out from the other witches into another area of the swamp that bordered the jungles of the Nantego Tribe. While taking the time to study the tribe from afar, understanding they knew their own kind of magic, she was visited by a vision of an ancient ruin. At first she wasn't sure how to take it, but a scholar's bravery at times, has no bounds. So she soon found herself wandering into the jungle - on the northern edge towards the sea. Amazingly enough, she found stairs carved into the face of the cliff where trees and salt water met and delved downwards.

What she found there, would only encourage her in her own theories. They seemed to picture many of the things she had deciphered on her own about the varations of her own magic and in fact, hinted at far more, though the language was an old, possibly lost dialect of sorts. From this point forward, she would study the ruins until she had everything recorded and learned a few new tricks - such as casting some spells without the need of any reagents at all and various other spells that are more tricks than anything else.

All this only increased her drive to learn more. So when the Queen went missing, it was no surprise that she gathered her things and headed to try and venture with the group that would go after her. No doubt the Queen's disappearance was a mystery to be solved and with the possibility of seeing more ruins, magical beasts, and increasing her understanding - she had no reason not to travel with them.

M I S C

Morgane loves cats.

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@Akayaofthemoon I like her! :D

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@Akayaofthemoon - Oh. This works too, hehe. Actually kind of like it better, on a personal level. Whatever you'll have fun with though!

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@Akayaofthemoon - There. Now make a sneaky ranger for her. xP But honestly, hope you like it.

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Morgane

Morgane the White Witch

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N A M E

Morgane

T I T L E

The White Witch // The Scholar

N A T I O N A L I T Y

Alovian

A G E

32

G E N D E R

Female

S E X U A L I T Y

Homosexual

A P P E A R A N C E

Morgane keeps herself as simple as a witch could ever hope to keep herself, modestly brushed black hair that frames her face until it falls to her shoulders. Stunning eyes that shine white with subtle power behind them. She is lithe and fit enough, having traveled the swamps and ruins of her people with little to no scars (though she does have a faint gash in her stomach). She dresses in white to not only match her eyes but in contrast to other witches - mostly to put others at ease - though the style is unique and archaic as if from a time long passed.

I N T E R E S T S

☽ Myths, Legends, Fables
☽ The study of magic
☽ Water & The Moon
☽ Musicians and the art of Music
☽ Art

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Morgane is very unusual for a witch and perhaps the only one like her in this current age. Unlike other witches that simply practice magic, she has delved into the study of how it functions and why it works and where it comes from - speaking very closely to her scholarly intelligence. She is often interested and fascinated by the supernatural and out of the ordinary such as dragons and magical beasts, ruins, and ancient sites. This is by far one of her stronger traits.

She is otherwise untrusting of others and yet friendly and polite, a mix of her personal experience and tales of heroes long past. A concoction of traits that allows her to be empathic and kind and yet somehow bitter at how the world has treated her. She usually keeps others at arm's length while allowing them the chance to get closer and break her walls down, if someone takes the effort to do so. Normally, this attitude allows her to also wave off suspicion and distrust from others as nothing but obstacles to her studies.

H I S T O R Y

Morgane was like in any other witch child only in the sense that once her magic flared up and started a small fire, she was sent into the swamp to fend for herself, alone, to make it to the witch huts. However this is where the similarity stops for even when she was young, she would question things far beyond her peers - always thinking outside the box. This was a frustration to both herself and to her tutors within the witch community. When they attempted to teach her magic, she would constantly question its nature and functions which were mysteries to the witches as a whole. Most likely, the only reason any tutors stayed with her was because of her amazing grasp of the incantations and rituals that often exceeded her peers and at times - her masters.

By the time she was a teenager, she had all but exhiled herself from the community by simply being who she was, most of them ignoring or trying to manipulate her for her genuis, causing her to become somewhat bitter with others - since it felt like she didn't belong anywhere. However what did push her on was a pursuit of magical study in a way that no one else did. Instead of treatly it with mystery and something that was beyond the understanding of mortals, she took the time to decipher it like a science - a logic puzzle - writing down common incantations, symbols, words and recording them all into a spellbook of sorts.

Her first major breakthrough however was when she was in her young adult years, having moved out from the other witches into another area of the swamp that bordered the jungles of the Nantego Tribe. While taking the time to study the tribe from afar, understanding they knew their own kind of magic, she was visited by a vision of an ancient ruin. At first she wasn't sure how to take it, but a scholar's bravery at times, has no bounds. So she soon found herself wandering into the jungle - on the northern edge towards the sea. Amazingly enough, she found stairs carved into the face of the cliff where trees and salt water met and delved downwards.

What she found there, would only encourage her in her own theories. They seemed to picture many of the things she had deciphered on her own about the varations of her own magic and in fact, hinted at far more, though the language was an old, possibly lost dialect of sorts. From this point forward, she would study the ruins until she had everything recorded and learned a few new tricks - such as casting some spells without the need of any reagents at all and various other spells that are more tricks than anything else.

All this only increased her drive to learn more. So when the Queen went missing, it was no surprise that she gathered her things and headed to try and venture with the group that would go after her. No doubt the Queen's disappearance was a mystery to be solved and with the possibility of seeing more ruins, magical beasts, and increasing her understanding - she had no reason not to travel with them.

M I S C

Morgane loves cats.

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@Akayaofthemoon -flex- ;P

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@Akayaofthemoon Whatever you go with, I hope you're happy with her! I personally like the Nantego Tribe more. =P

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@Akayaofthemoon - Almost guaranteed I'm going for a witch! But she'll be smart, scholar-like... and if magic has a 'system' to it, she'll likely have deciphered at least a part of it. =) She won't be like the others, probably.

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@Akayaofthemoon I haven't made my character yet... =P Still ironing out details about the magic system with Zee Dungeon Master.