Potter

Ember Grove - Reboot

Shay and Demetri

Demetri and the guest interested in buying the portrait of Shay Knight turned after the disguised Shay approached inquiring about pricing. The guest chuckled at the 'art student' like one would do to someone who was painfully out of their league.

"Sorry miss, but the painting is coming home with me. 2 grand." The guest said with a smug smirk on his face. He was purposely bidding $2,000 to see how the you lady would react. He figured that much money was two months pay from whatever fast food chain he guessed she stumbled out of.

Shay stared at the men and managed a smirk. He thought he could scare her off, huh? She didn’t allow her irritation to show and mained her sweet smile. She stared at the man in the eyes and responded, ”I bid $2,100.” Shay could feel a few stares as she spoke and ignored them. This man did not have any idea who he was dealing with, or what. Shay was aware she didn’t dress up, unlike the other guests. She had a plan if she lost the bid and this man was surely going to pay for it, with or without the cash. She had a small secret too - the credit card she’d stolen from Ariana’s purse as well.

With a deep breath, Shay willed herself to retain her resolve and not punch this man into oblivion. She wanted to telekinetically take the painting, but again, that would not bode well for her. Shay reminded herself to behave and stared the man down.

His face showed a bit of surprise before he sighed and looked to Demetri.

"Are we really doing this?" The guest asked as Demetri took a single step back and shrugged. The bodyguard honestly thought the two were insane. The guest scoffed and then put on a sweet smile for Shay. "Three. 3,000. Save your cash kid. Don't you have student loans and vanilla chai lattes to worry about?"

Shay stared at him, her sweetness not dissipating. She didn’t blink, nor allow herself to show any sign of break in her resolve. The bid raising another thousand hadn’t surprised her. Shay was surprised the jackass wasn’t summoning a maid to pay for it. Without flinching, she responded firmly, “$3,200. Where’s your sugar mama when you need her, darling? And by the way, those vanilla chai lattes are too basic, kinda like you. Coffee is not my cup of tea. Have you heard of ‘water’ before or is that too complex of a term for you? Should I spell it out for you?”

There was a chorus of ‘oos’ in the background which she ignored. Shay wanted to stay low for the bid and not cause Ariana too much grief - but he was on her nerves. Shay was going to continue bidding until this man was red in the face and caused him to pay much higher than he had anticipated for it. Then, on his way out, the painting would mysteriously disappear. It would have to be in the hour. Shay glanced sideways at the clock: twenty-five minutes had passed. She had a half hour to wrap this up and disappear before she’d transform into herself again. With the devil and his lapdogs here, she knew they wouldn’t cause a scene but she wasn’t taking any more unnecessary risks. Shay crossed the expression off her face and remained impassive as she turned to face the man with a hint of a smirk.

"You kids are pretty witty these days, but I can tell you're not an art student… at least not a good one. This painting being a measly 32 hundred is ridiculous! This painting is at least 7 grand. This is Alexander Drake's last exhibition and though he is more of a recreationalist, this kind of art will never be produced in this armpit of the country. Right?" The guest looked to Demetri who shrugged, a bit bothered by all the theatrics. He cleared his throat and spoke up.

"I've let you two have your fun, but Mr Drake's starting price on this particular painting is $7,500." Demetri's tone was neutral as he looked between both guests.

"$7,500? I was almost on the mark." The guest boasted. "7,500 it is then." He preemptively pulled out his checkbook, a clear power move.

”Ooh, judgey aren’t we? Didn’t your mama tell you not to judge a book by its cover?” Shay replied as she grinned at the man. He didn’t know who she was - or Ariana; but this girl was definitely an artist. Shay had viewed some of the paintings in her room and her sketchbook briefly to grasp an idea of her. This girl was extremely talented. As he continued speaking, she began to chuckle and had to hold back from guffawing at the pure idiocy of this man. Why didn’t go and kiss the ground the Devil walked on right now? Shay didn’t know who this man was, but she’d rather walk barefoot over hot coals before he kept her painting.

She listened to Demetri - who she resisted strangling - and watched as Mr. Hotshot took out his checkbook. She looked between the two, then went with her original plan. "$7,550.” Shay replied and reached into her purse to take out her credit card with a wicked smile. ”Tell your checkbook my credit card says hello,”

"Isn't the limit one of those about 5 thousand? Sir, can we ignore this woman. She seems ill." The guest shook his head. He was getting sick of Shay.

Shay smirked as she was able to see the man’s demeanor beginning to crack. So she was under his skin; good. She would not let this disgusting trash of a man have her painting hanging in his house. She wiped the smirk off her face and folded her arms. ”That was unnecessarily rude. I feel perfectly fine and it seems i nfact, you could possibly be ill. You’re an older gentleman buying a painting of a young female. That seems strange to me. Are you going to continue biding?” Shay did not know how much money Ariana had on this card. Truth be told, she was bluffing now. She planned on him letting him think she’d back out; then attack him in the parking lot. She could possibly hotwheel his car too but wasn't’ certain if she wanted to add Grand Theft Auto to her list of broken laws. She was going to be lucky to make it out of here unseen.

Shay paused and studied the two. Most of her attention was on the man; however, she had kept Alexander and Maeve in her peripheral vision. Was the asshole talking to Maeve about her? She gritted her teeth. There had to be somewhere she could go....

The guest on the other hand, just stood there scowling at her. Her divided attention only seemed to piss him off more. It was as if she thought what she had just insinuated about him was nothing.

"Hey how about you look here and repeat what you just insinuated about me!" He didn't notice how loud he had addressed her.

"Sir." Demetri addressed the guest, but was cut off.

"8 grand. My final offer! I'm not going to let this child ruin my purchase." His face was much closer to Shay's as if he was trying to stare her away.

“Oh my, what a tough guy we have over here! Did I hit a sore spot?” Shay chortled as she watched the man. She glanced at the clock: forty-five minutes or so had passed. Shit. ”Didn’t your mama teach you the golden rule? I guess not,” She smirked at the two. ”Eight grand it is.” Shay smirked and moved over to the wine table, fighting the tears in her eyes. She poured herself a large helping of wine and began consuming it.

"Good. Now that she's gone…"

"You will also be leaving… the premises." Demetri informed as he noticed Alexander's eye from across the room. No doubt, he had witnessed some of the ruckus that had gone on on his own watch. The guest stood firmly, but Demetri's scowl and tall stature caused the guest to think about his following action. "After you, sir."

"This is bullshit." The guest said as he shook his head and walked off. His eyes shot sharp daggers at Shay. He wanted to actually put hands on her, but he couldn't cause more of a scene than he already had. With his exit, the painting remained unclaimed. Demetri should have then approached Shay for her offer for the painting, but he had been close to kicking the girl out as well.

Shay smirked at the man as he was beginning to be berated by Demetri. She said nothing, however, and remained silent. She sipped her wine and grabbed a handful of cheese. God, she had missed the simple pleasures of life.. As the guest passed her and shot daggers, Shay tipped her glass to him and sipped it casually. She wished she could photograph this moment in time, but for now the memory would do. One small win for Shay - hopefully, two would happen now. Before returning to her painting, she poured more wine and nibbled on the cheese she’d taken as well. She turned to Demetri and smiled at him as she sipped her wine.

”So about the painting, handsome. How much?” Shay kept her tone light and friendly as she ignored the many people now staring. Shay had noticed Alexander glance over and had given him a sly, but innocent smile and turned away quickly. She was not intimidated by it. However, she needed to grab the painting and get the hell out! She had no idea what would happen if she transformed into herself with the Devil and his henchmen. ’C’mon damn it. Let me win again. I’m not asking for much.’

Avalia

Artemis

Time: Late Afternoon
Location: Roshmi Grand Hall
Interaction: @Helo Cade

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Artemis stared at the feline demi and a hint of a smile crossed her face. However, as quickly as it came though, it disappeared. What a polite demi. While she wasn’t fond of many demihumans, she had a feeling this was one she could tolerate. His mannerisms and quieter voice were comforting. She blinked a few times to help clear the tears from her eyes and adjusted her mask. Taking a deep breath, Artemis composed herself. She was here in the hall, away from that hellish Elf. She had to play her part and guarantee her survival.

She smirked and folded her arms in amusement when he finished. Artemis was grateful he’d consider ditching the dance so they could talk instead. Great - she didn’t want to dance anyway. How stupid that they had too. ”I wouldn’t want to disappoint a handsome feline like you and also tear you away from your feast. Shall you feel the need to continue, I will be delighted to join you. Your call, Cade. Oh, and by the way, I’m Artemis.”

She gave him a half curtsy and straightened up quickly. She didn’t want to waste her energy on this dance, but she’d play along with the dumbass rules if she had too. Whatever it took for her to survive and live another day. Artemis took a deep breath to calm her nerves and waited for Cade’s reply. Despite her mood, there was a playful smirk dancing across her lips.

Corvina

Time: Late Afternoon
Location: Roshmi Grand Hall
Interaction: @Helo Bowyn

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Cora beamed at Bowyn and curtsied. As she straightened up, she took his hand. Her green eyes shined with amusement as she turned to look at Boreas. She was delighted to see him. Cora loved how the fairies could talk to animals. She envied them, but she couldn’t show nor express it. She had to act as if it wasn’t new to her, even though all of her was screaming on the inside to engage more with the fairy and bird. She couldn’t ask him why he looked so different from the other fairies, as well.

She smiled kindly and replied softly, ”That’s absolutely fine with me. It’s nice to meet you too, Boreas. I’m glad you could join us.” Afterwards, Cora put her hands on his shoulders and swallowed. She needed to determine if he could be an ally or not. She searched for a topic mentally. ”Are you enjoying the ball?" Cora finally decided to ask. Her heart rate accelerated but she took slow, deep breaths, to help maintain her cool. She radiated calmness, however, as the logic in her head reminded her of the peril she’d be in if she couldn’t pull off being an elf and he was on Aklenroth’s side.

Avalia

Belladonna

Time: Late Afternoon
Location: Roshmi Grand Ball
Interaction: @Tae - Torvi, @helo - Bowyn, @FunnyGuy - Umber @princess - Malachi

Ambience: Tension Rising

Belle stiffened as a voice in her mind began speaking to her. Bewildered and shocked, she began to glance around. There wasn’t anyone standing out. Who was talking to her and why? How did they know? A chill ran down her spine. There was either a spy, or someone with psychokinetic powers. Eyes wide, she kept gazing around as her blue eyes filled with panic. Her attention was broken as Bowyn returned with their drinks. She could only half-hear what he was saying. Something about a princess - not her problem. She didn’t care for the drama or whatever the hell they were doing. Still, she noted it for later - perhaps an ally in the dumbass rebellion for the Elves to entice instead.

When he mentioned leaving, Belle nodded eagerly. ”I definitely agree we should lea-” Belle broke off as a loud voice announced the dancing would commence. She scowled and jumped up, eager to try to leave before it began. She clenched her fists and bit her tongue as she gazed around. The damn papers were transforming into butterflies and obscuring her view. To her horror, Torvi was following her butterfly to her partner.

”Torvi! Wait - please!” Belle cried as she tried to push through the crowd. However, she was knocked aside as people began finding their partners. Her heart began racing. Frustration mounted as she stood up on tiptoes to try to see over the crowd unsuccessfully; as there were too many creatures in her way. ”Damn it!” Belle hissed and glared at a few elves who turned to look. They quickly moved away, startled. Belladonna cursed her height for a moment, but knew if she could duck through quckly, it would work. It was then that a young light elf joined, her clothing reminding Belle of fire. For a moment, Belle wished she could pull a fire alarm and force everyone but this fucking world didn’t have one. God, where was her gun when she needed it?

The light-elf was now Bowyn’s partner, the two of them conversing. Scowling, she watched them for a moment then turned to find a tall, blonde light-elf coming to greet her. She studied him and became impassive. Was he the unknown creature speaking to her? Could elves do that? With uncertainty in her mind but impassiveness in her face, she stared at her partner. She took several deep breaths as she answered the voice in her head: ”A child, huh? You don’t know me at all. You’re calling me the coward when you won’t even come face me yourself. I don’t know who you are but I want you to know you’re a coward and a bully. That’s pathetic of you and shallow as well. Whatever the hell you are - possibly a Demon - add coward to your list. If you or anyone else, hurts my friend, I’ll show you a threat. Despite not having magic, Belle knew she could defend herself. How she would fare against one of these fantasy creatures though, was another story. Her heels would have to be used - which was a shame, since they were beautiful.

Belle studied her partner’s expression after replying. He looked neutral, but Belle could feel him analyzing her. She had done it many times in the gang and school when coming up with alibis. It was time to become the cunning and calculating snake Gaia had turned her into. Who cared about morals here anyway? There was some psychokinetic creature talking to her in her fucking mind. She sounded nuts thinking about it. This world had more to it than she realized. Belle was going to need to ask Ell and Rosemary about it later. They were neabry her still, dancing with other Elves.

Her dance partner bowed to her and offered her his hand without speaking. This Elf didn’t look like he wanted to dance at all and she agreed with him on that notion. Despite it, Belle smiled sweetly. ”Thank you, sir,” she replied. She radiated a calm and collected vibe as she curtsied to him while hating it on the inside. Belle didn’t enjoy bowing to anyone.

Next, she took his hand and inquired, ”Who do I owe the pleasure of this dance too?” Belle kept her gaze on him, keenly aware of everyone else in the room. She glanced around once to find Bowyn with the mysterious young elf and then Torvi across the room. She couldn’t tell who he was dancing with, but he looked like he was greeter. She shuddered - there was something about him that gave her the creeps. Having kept her partner in her peripheral vision, she now turned her full attention to the Elf.

Ember Grove - Reboot

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Ember Grove - Reboot

Shay

Time: Sunset
Location: Ember Grove University Dorms - Art Exhibit
Mentions: @FunnyGuy - Alexander; @Tae - Maeve
Aesthetic: Paint it Black

Shay stood over the young woman with folded arms. She studied the brunette’s slender frame and her floral outfit. Shay wrinkled her nose. Around her dorm, there were a variety of fake plants and aquariums with animated fish. On the shelf near the window stood a vase with flowers inside of it. To the left was a “Live, Love, Laugh,” sign hanging over her bed in which Shay felt inspired to destroy but refrained from doing so. The less evidence she left, the better. There were pastel colored notes everywhere with reminders, and photographs of the girl and her family. Shay crossed over to the desk and picked up a photograph. The brunette was smiling with her parents, whose arms were around her. It read, “Ariana’s Graduation!”. Shay scowled and set it down, forcing the painful memories out of her mind’s eye. She would avenge her family another time. She turned and dragged the young woman into the closet and locked it tight so the lady wouldn't come out and cause confusion. There would no be any logical way to explain why there were two of her roaming the campus.

From what she’d investigated about this woman, she was literally fucking Snow White. Shay couldn’t help but wonder where the Seven Dwarfs were and was concerned they’d interrupt her brew. For the shape-shifter’s potion, she had taken Ariana's horse stuffed animal, a teardrop (Shay had lightly kicked her in the foot to produce it), a few strands of her hair (Shay neatly clipped it off), her diary and then a photograph of the girl standing with a trophy. She had mixed the items together in a large container she’d brought and changed the spell. She knew using Dark Magic would take its toll on her, but wasn't concerned at the moment. Besides, the dark magic so far had been helpful to her. However, Shay also knew that the coven would come for her if she continued, so she’d slow down with it. She did feel guilt knowing the girl would lose her items forever. It was a small price to pay, however, in Shay’s mind.

However, Shay would not let it ruin her goal of demolishing her portrait. She would be damned if someone bought Alexander’s portrait of her. She would not let herself become some household item for people to gaze at. Nobody would understand the despair in her eyes from it, nor the anguish she had suffered. She clenched her fists and stared at the mirror. She didn’t recognize herself from the girl’s appearance; fair-skinned with brunette hair and blue eyes. Shay studied the hoodie, jeans and shrugged. She also wore black gloves to kepe her DNA from being on any of the girl's belongings. It wasn’t the same outfit this girl wore, but would anyone really care? If anyone commented, she’d say she was cold. She turned and picked up her her black purse and slung it over her shoulder. Next, she pulled her hair out of her signature braid and into a low hanging ponytail.

She looked at the girl's floral-themed clock: five minutes had passed. She only had one hour and she needed to make good use of it. Before she left however, Shay whispered, “Locate persona ex nomine Alexander Drake,” Shay shut her eyes and saw Alexander Drake standing in the Art Exhibit. The devil was here, thankfully. She couldn’t wait to purchase and burn down his filthy portrait. Prior to arriving, Shay had stolen money from people at the campgrounds, where she was temporarily staying. She had also sneaked into shops with a cloaking spell and stolen from the registers when the cashiers had taken breaks. Shay hated to be doing this, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Shay had taken a small map of the university on her entryway, which she was now using to find the Art Exhibit. It took her around ten minutes, leaving her with around forty minutes left. Shay gritted her teeth and stuffed her globes into her purse pocket. She needed to make this quick. As she entered the Art Exhibit, she stared at the guard, then steadily moved along. She recognized him and hadn’t made any eye contact. As she moved in closer, she halted and inhaled sharply. There stood the devil, accompanied by a tall red haired woman Shay knew to be Circle of Ancient’s coven leader.

From what it appeared, the woman seemed to enjoy his company. How the hell anyone could was beyond her. Despite his good looks, which Shay couldn’t deny, he was charming and cunning. The whole atmosphere reeked of rich and snobby assholes. Even the jazz music had her on edge. All she wanted to do was get out of here after buying the painting and destroy it. Shay felt her heart rate accelerate and took several deep breaths. She had to be strong, logical and concise. There wasn’t any time for fooling around and letting her emotions guide her. She turned away from them both and smiled sweetly in case they noticed her as she passed. It took all of her self control not to burn his ass right then and there.

She took another deep breath and focused on her environment. There were multiple rooms with his awful paintings. Shay bit her lip hard in order not to swear. It was a shame nobody knew the truth, which was something Shay vowed to herself she’d change in the future. She turned to find wine cheese in the middle of the room. While she’d enjoy eating, the wine wouldn’t be wise as she needed to keep a clear head. However this didn't didn’t mean she couldn't eat to her heart's content. Shay grinned as she moved over to it and filled a large plate with cheese. eagerly, and slightly famished, she began to stuff her face as she moved away from it. It had been a long time since she had been able to eat any of it. Once finished, she discarded her plate and moved away. She needed to find her painting before it was gone. If someone had managed to buy it before she'd enter, she'd hunt them down. From there - well, improvisation would come in handy.

As Shay turned a corner, she finally found her painting. It was as if someone had dumped ice over her and splashed her. Her blood ran thin, as anger - no, fury and misery, filled her. This filthy, disgusting portrait… This asshole was going to pay for this. She watched as one of his guards spoke with another man who wanted to buy the painting. Like hell! Shay took a deep breath and confidently strode over to them. They turned to stare at her, the buyer looking quite annoyed with her intrusion. Shay smiled kindly again, mimicking the girl’s sweet demeanor.

”Hello gentlemen, I am an inspiring art major and would like to buy the painting. What price are we looking at right now?” She gestured to her purse on her shoulder, indicating she had the cash on hand. The major was partially true; from what Shay had read in her dairy, she was duel-majoring in art and humanities. She folded her hands and smiled even sweeter when the man began to narrow his eyes at her. Shay wished she could read his mind, but it would be too dangerous to utter a spell right now. So, while patience wasn’t her virtue, she began to exercise it as she waited for their replies.

Avalia

Artemis

Time: Late Afternoon
Location: Roshmi Grand Hall
Interaction: @Helo Cade ✦ @Eviledd1984 - O’Ner

One word, four letters, was placed in front of Artemis: wine.

Artemis couldn’t hear or see anyone else in the hall. Her eyes were unfocused and distant, as if witnessing a horrific crime. Artemis’ breathing became shallow and quick, unable to breathe deeply. She tried to grab the chair, but her hands slipped. Her dress tripped her as she scrambled up. Without a word and tears forming, she moved away from the trouble. From head to toe, the young siren trembled. The noise of the ballroom became overwhelming. To her, it felt like it was being screamed into her ears. Artemis tripped over her dress a few times but recovered, causing people to stare at her with confusion. She ignored them and began heading towards the backdoor. All she knew was she had to get out of here before she broke down. Her mind raced, trying to ease the agonizing memory began to resurface. She hadn't noticed Risa’s entrance, nor the Undead General leaving the table.

Artemis’ Flashback

”You can’t seem to stop crying. Here, this will calm you down, child…” A tall and older Dark Elf was telling the siren, who dressed in a inexpensive and formal gown. He beckoned over another Dark Elf to bring over a drink. She watched as he poured the dark red liquid. She glanced around the fancy manor and swallowed hard.

”What is this?” Artemis inquired as she sniffed it. She wrinkled her nose and shook her head. It smelled strong and had a cherry taste to it.

”It’s called wine. It helps people calm down and aids in the adjustments. All the slaves love it. You’re of age now for it too.” That was a lie that the slaves enjoyed it, but what would she know? When Artemis didn’t move to drink it, he snapped harshly, ”Drink it. Now.” Artemis took a quick sip and placed it beside her on the table. She didn’t enjoy the taste, nor its bitter taste. What he hadn’t told the young siren was that he had spiked. It would cause her to become dizzy and lightheaded and constrict her vocal cords so she couldn’t scream or use her voice. He had also spiked it with flarus so she would be stuck awake.

She didn’t know any better, having not been exposed to it prior. Maybe it could help qualm the grief and pain in her heart...

”You have to finish it or I’ll whip you. I don't think you want to visit that again, do you?” Artemis quickly obeyed out of fear of him. She had already been beaten and verbally abused by him. She hadn’t been able to walk well on land and carry the heavy wood logs he’d wanted. It resulted in her dropping them and causing another Elf to trip and hurt himself. She had apologized multiple times but it’d fallen on deaf ears. They had begun to beat and whip her. In defense she had used sonic scream and blasted the Elves hearing temporarily. They had then sent her to her room. Later on, she had been joined by the slave owner, River, where she now stood. He’d come to comfort her and apologize for losing her temper; or so he had said….

Artemis scowled as she began to feel lightheaded and dizzy. ”I don’t.. I don’t feel so good,” Artemis stood up and wobbly moved over to the couch to lay down. She didn’t know that the Dark Elf was following her with his eyes, grinning at her feeble attempts to nurse herself back to health.

”Oh dear, you don’t look so good, now do you?” River came over to her and sat by her. Artemis saw he was holding something and recoiled with fear. She couldn’t tell what it was, because the room was spinning. She let out a hoarse cry as he sat in front of her. ”Shh, child, it’s all right.” He grinned down at her fear and began to pet her hair gently. She hated her hair being touched. He knew that but she didn’t dare object as she trembled with fear. Something was happening, but what?

Then suddenly, her thoughts were answered if he had read her mind. ”Nobody will hear you scream now, you bitch.” He yanked her head up by her hair in which Artemis cried out. She tried to gather her voice to scream, but she felt hollow inside. Her mind was hazy and the room was spinning. She started crying and tried to move away when another pair of hands forced her back down. She began to thrash wildly, causing River to smack her in the face with the muzzle. Then, he began to pull it on and let go of her hair harshly enough to tear out tufts of blue hair. The muzzle was so tight she could hardly breathe. There were spikes in it as well, digging into her face. She didn’t know if blood was trickling down, but she started seeing red.

As Artemis cried and began to tear at the restraint on her face, River punched her in the abdomen. Artemis let out a feeble cry as she fell to her side, winded. She had difficulty breathing with the muzzle on. The rest of it was a blur: she was forced to lay down as River began shouting obscenities and insults. Her dress was being torn from her. As she tried to fight, the other Elf was holding her arms behind her back. Helpless, Artemis tried to fall asleep, but could not muster any tiredness. It was as if someone had sucked all the sleep out of her. She was forced to stare up at the River, beating and violating her, with fury and rage. All she could do was cry and beg for death to escape it...

The ballroom spun around Artemis. Her body was still trembling and her vision blurred with tears. She was near the doorway when a loud, booming voice filled the hall, announcing dances would begin. She didn’t care about these dumbass dances. She didn’t want to be here in the first place, only within the city so she could get the hell off Daka island. She didn’t seem to have a choice, however, as her paper transformed into a butterfly. Puzzled, she watched it momentarily, as it began to flutter away. Oh hell, she did not care. Her partner would have to deal with it. She continued towards the doorway when an invisible pull started to drag her backwards. Horrified, she found she was forced to follow the butterfly that had started to flutter around her in determination.

She wiped her eyes quickly under the mask as she set it back on her face. Heart racing and empty inside, Artemis followed the butterfly. She willed the tears away and took deep, shuddering breaths. That was almost a decade ago, she was no longer there… She had escaped… The muzzle was gone… She didn’t have to drink the wine… It had been a mistake, right?

But she couldn’t shake it, as hard as she might. Artemis found herself staring up at a feline demihuman near the food table. He stood with a few others. The butterfly parchment landed on her hand as she showed him the number. Speechless and impassive, she stared at him. She didn’t have anything to say, nor did she care too. All she wanted to do was run away. She longed for Darius and Myra’s company, but she didn’t want to drag them down with her. Besides, why would they care for her anyway? She was nothing but a siren, and the sooner he found out, the better, so he could leave her too and she could be alone. It would be for the best. Freedom meant solitude for her. She would only ruin their lives, as she had ruined many before.

Unfortunately, she was stuck in this horrific dance, where she had to have contact with others. Artemis gritted her teeth and waited for the misery to begin. Once this shit was over with, she was leaving. Her heart sunk as she thought of Darius and Myra, but she couldn't explain it to him. He was already dealing with enough shit. She wanted to help him, but how could she was when she was drowning in her herself? Artemis wished for the pain in her heart to stop but it would not listen. She averted her gaze from the feline demihuman and stared at the wall nearby him, hoping and praying for it to end as quick as possible.

Avalia

Corvina

Time: Late Afternoon
Location: Roshmi Grand Hall
Interaction: @Tae - Kenia ✦ @princess - Malachi ✦ @Helo Bowyn
Mention Torvi & Belle

Coras had been staring at Risa with a mixture of admiration and fear. How would this young woman survive the night? She would surely attract the wrong attention. She shook her head, unable to fathom the bravery. She bit her lip and didn’t comment. She wasn’t sure what to say or do. There was so little she knew about the fairy, anyway. She showed Malachi her papers as well and grinned. Who would she dance with? What were they going to be? Cora saw so many different species, she was astounded. Fairies, elves, demons, orcs; almost everything. Her mind wandered briefly to Rei and then pushed him back out of her mind. She couldn’t risk being upset right now and spoil the moment. She had to focus on finding allies.

That’s when a loud voice boomed through the ballroom, indicating dancing would begin. She watched with wide eyes as the papers transformed into butterflies. She inhaled sharply and turned to Malachi and Kenia with surprise and quickly became impassive afterwards. ”I will see you later. Let’s meet back here after the dances. See you soon!” She began to follow it. She didn’t know how she liked being away from the Elves. Right now though, she needed to relax. She took several deep breaths and remained impassive. Once she finished following the butterfly, she found herself looking up at a tall, blonde fairy. He was unlike any other fairy she had seen: blonde and pale. The other fairies she had seen were much different. She quickly broke eye contact and glanced at the table. She noticed he sat with two female Light Elves, both blonde. The one was rather short, however, while the other was much taller. Neither of them looked friendly but maybe it was because they hated dances. She couldn’t blame them. Cora noted them anyway, in case they were all allies.

Realizing she may have been rude, she cleared her throat and smiled sweetly. ”Hi, you must be my dance partner. It’s nice to meet you.” She waited for his next move. She wasn’t sure what to say or do; did she introduce herself? Did she risk exposure? The Earth mannerisms were dying, it come out but logic was filling her mind. She had to be patient, calm and collected, as if nothing was new to her. As she waited, she began to replay the memory of dancing in her mind’s eye as she waited. She chewed her lip, but held her head up high and smiled sweetly.

Avalia

Belladonna

Time: Late Afternoon
Location: Roshmi Grand Ball
Interaction: @Tae - Torvi, @helo - Bowyn

Belle sighed as she stared at the paper in her hands. Balls included dancing, but she had been hoping to avoid it. She didn’t know who the Light Elf was on the balcony addressing them. Belle had listened to his words, though she couldn’t help but wonder who he was. Next, she had turned to see Terneus enter. She remained impassive, but noted the cut on his face. Belle could have guessed who had given him it, but wasn’t certain. She’d have to ask Kuroi and or Baraian later. Speaking of them, where were they?

Her attention turned to an elf handing them slips of paper with a number on it for their dance partner. She scowled and caused at him, which in turn caused the elf to scurry. She turned to Torvi and Bowyn, nodding at his offer. ”Yes please, I'll take water. Thank you.” Then, she turned to Torvi and pointed to the back of the room. There were a variety of empty tables. One of the tables was occupied by two demihumans, but theirs was far enough away. Belle knew at some point, she would have to socialize to find allies and it made her groan. ’Found one.” she gestured and began walking towards it. Her heels clicked quietly against the ground and she couldn’t help but feel a few stares. Most of these elves were taller than her, but perhaps she could lie and say she much younger and hadn't reached her growth spurt yet.

As she approached the table, she glanced over her shoulder upon hearing a stream of whispers. A fairy with pink hair entered wearing an elaborate dress. She stared at her and couldn’t help but stare. Whoever this woman was she had gathered quite a bit of attention. She glanced at Torvi and shrugged. ”Do you know who she is?” Belle whispered as she sat down at the table. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Rosemary and Elleta hovering nearby, which in turn caused Belle to scowl. 'I don’t need a fucking babysitter,' Belle thought dryly and regretted not asking for mead. She wished she had her gun so she could shoot herself and get out of this ball. The opportunity to find allies was tempting though, which was the only silver lining of the evening. All the wealth had caused her stomach to churn. It reminded her of how she turned to thievery in her childhood to eat and join the gang (The Hunters) to survive. She scowled deeply. All the wealth in the world, yet undistributed. Avalia wasn't too different from Earth in that sense.

She sighed again and watched the dance and began wondering who the hell she’d dance with and how long it would take. She turned to Torvi. "I'm glad to have your company, by the way." She offered a rare smile and fell silent. Belle surveyed the dance floor, occasionally glancing at Terneus and then to Ilan and Regulus. She tapped her fingers on the table and remained outwardly collected and calm. Regulus was masked, so at least he wasn't’ entirely recognizable. There were all sorts of creatures here, so it made it easier to blend it. She swallowed hard. She needed to protect herself, but they had helped her. God, she hated this. It was much easier to feel numb than it was to care. The more you cared, the more you had to lose...

Belle rubbed her temples, then folded her hands. She was going to shut off her emotions for the rest of the evening and focus on her comrades. It would be easier if she could hide in the hoods with Bowyn and Torvi and forget the rebellion. But what would that make her? It would make her a coward and Gaia, the Hunters leader, hadn’t raised a coward. Calculating, selfish and ruthless; but definitely not a coward. So then why was she so afraid? Running away would only temporarily rid herself of the responsibility.. She yearned to tune out the aching throb in her chest and drown out her stress with mead. If she could only refill it herself, she wouldn’t need to get up and possibly socialize. Belle sighed quietly once more and awaited Torvi’s reply.

Ember Grove - Reboot

Hot Mess

Shay Knight

She's A Rebel - Green Day ★ Problem - Natalia Kills

Shay's Style

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Get to Know Shay

Full name: Laurel Shay Knight
Age: 22
Date of Birth: October 23rd
Gender: Female
Occupation: Runaway
Where are you from?: Charleston, South Carolina

Physical Description

The most unique characteristic of Shay’s would be her stormy gray eyes. It appears if her eyes hold an eternal storm in them. They are adorned with thick eyelashes and a catlike appearance to them. Her eyebrows are straight, normally neatly plucked. Shay has a natural sun-kissed tan, unlike her siblings. She proudly will say, “She got it from her mama” without any guilt. Her skin is normally treated with self-care almost 24/7, leaving it silky and smooth. She has high and sharp cheekbones, giving her a striking and intimidating demeanor. Her nose is crooked from being broken and is upturned. Shay’s teeth are crooked with full-lips normally adorned with lip gloss. Her raven-black hair is normally tied into a braid, bordering on unkempt on most days. When it’s down, it’s voluminous and thick. She often ties it into a braid since it’s annoying when it’s hot. Despite her father’s wishes, she has a blue tint in her hair. Shay is taller than some girls, standing at 5’9, almost 5’10. She often over-eats, then feels guilt later and tries to keep her body in shape. Her nails are often painted, ranging from purples, reds and blacks. When she’s feeling low, her hair is messy, her nails are chipped and she lacks her usual luster.

Biographical Information

Height: 5'9
Weight: 140
Hair Color: Raven black
Hair Length: low back
Skin Color: Tan
Eye Color: Stormy gray
Tattoos, Piercings, etc skin markings: Shay has multiple tattoos; which will be shown below. She has both ears pierced and her belly-button as well.

Shay’s Tattoos

Right Shoulder
Her calf
Right hip

“You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.”

Relationships

Sexuality: Hetero
Relationship Status: Single
Any predetermined friends?: Open up for discussion
Siblings' Status: N/a
Parents' Status: Vladimir
Pets: N/A
How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 6
How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 6

》Interests

Likes

⋆ Practicing magic
⋆ Sleeping
⋆ Music and singing
⋆ Comics / video games
⋆ Drinking, also Starbucks
⋆ Sports - Basketball, snowboarding

Dislikes

⋆ Holy Saviors.
⋆ Vampires
⋆ Being chastised
⋆ Studying - it translates to, "students dying"
⋆ Rules - they were made to be broken
⋆ Swimming. She hates open water

Hobbies

⋆ Singing - she was in choir
⋆ Exercise/Martial Arts
⋆ Playing video games
⋆ Practicing magic
⋆ Volunteer work with Animals

Skills

⋆ Cooking/baking
⋆ Magic
⋆ Survival and first aid skills.
⋆ Endurance; she runs quite often
⋆ Martial arts, self-defense and boxing
⋆ Strength. She is naturally strong

”If you want to break these walls down, you’re gonna get bruised.”

Shay's Personality

Shay comes across as a wonderful person, and indeed she is. Despite not being friendly and coming across standoffish, once she warms up to someone, they will see a different side of her. She’s kind, loyal and a fierce friend. She values her loved ones and would sail beyond the seven seas for them. She’s quick-thinking and takes most people by surprise with her actions or words. With outstanding bravery, she’s often in trouble due to her recklessness. Shay’s often scolded for it. Her humor is broad, ranging from sarcasm and sassy retorts to blunt insults and passive-aggressive taunting. When the situation calls for seriousness, Shay doesn’t back down. She doesn’t give up easily and can become depressed if something doesn’t work out correctly. Her patience could use more work, which is something she practices often.

When she is bored, Shay’s likely to end up in trouble due to her mischievous and curious nature. Her resilient nature comes in strong, and she often gets back up after a failure. This sometimes angers her family, since she’s quick to bounce up and continue trying since she doesn't accept failure well. Shay’s esteem balances delicately on the line of arrogance and cockiness as well. Shay has surprisingly decent leadership skills and charisma. A lion at heart with a snake-mind, she is unpredictable.

》History

Shay was born into a tight-knit family coven. Her parents, Alice and Tom, had struggled to conceive, so Shay being born was a gift. The entire family spoiled her as well growing up. The coven was small, wealthy and powerful. They excelled at a variety of spells, one of them being the youth spell. Shay showed an affinity for magic at a young age. She wasn’t taught though, and sent to a boarding school to focus on her studies. She didn’t care much for them however, and displayed more of an interest in athletics. Studies bored her so she found herself in trouble often as a young kid. It continued as she grew older; she was into partying, drinking and smoking. Once she began learning magic, she calmed down. She reduced her partying and antics in reward for learning more spells.

When her 21st birthday arrived, Shay was beyond excited to go out and party that night. Her entire family came to protect and celebrate with her. After all, she was their prized jewel. After a few hours, Shay went to fix her makeup in the bathroom. That’s when terror struck: Evander, her warlock who had been kicked out due to dark magic, arrived at the restaurant with the Holy Saviors. He proclaimed that they had used voodoo on him and hexed his family. Her family was brutally murdered, except for Shay who had been hiding. The people inside the restaurant had been spared however, claiming they were a “violent gang” that would “kill them”. Nobody dared to speak up. Shay escaped through the bathroom window. Some of the Holy Savior members were outside and saw her escape. For weeks they hunted down Shay, nearly succeeding in capturing and murdering her. She was able to escape, however and relied on dark magic to help her. She was homeless, broke and terrified, not to mention devastated. Her entire coven was gone.

One night, a young man offered to help Shay during her time of distress when she was hiding in Alexei’s after traversing into Ember Grove. He approached her with kindness and understanding and offered her protection from the witch hunting Holy Saviors and place to call home. Just a drive away he said. Not too far he said. Safe and secure he said. The latter was half true. 3 out of 4 ain't bad, right? Wrong!

Shay was driven by the young man to a gated community he called New Paeonia. Entering the gates was the last thing she remembered before waking up in a cell with a throbbing headache and wearing nothing but what resembled a hospital gown. That is when the true hell began. Shay was subjected to countless experiments, interrogations, and abuse by the Sanguine Moon Clan. She watched as other captives were killed and brutally abused, even when in compliance with the orders of the vampire captives. She experienced something most don't. Knowing what true cruelty was and even seeing the face of who she thought was the devil. One of the most perverse things done to her, was being forced to be the subject of a portrait painted by none other than Alexander Drake himself. He was evil incarnated in her eyes, enjoying every moment of her weakness. It was during this moment that he shared what would happen to her next. He wanted her impregnated and he wanted her eventual child to be subjected to testing as well. Shay broke down in tears within her cell that day.

If anything motivated her to escape, it paled in comparison to her drive to disappear before being subjected to rape and the experimentation of the child that would be the product of the tragedy. Shay organized her escape by feigning love for an ill experienced vampire who was guarding her. She promised to give herself to him if he changed her. She didn't wish for a violent death and provided him with a recipe for a "death potion." The fledgling obliged and later offered up his blood and the potion that would kill her. She ingested both and as she slipped into a near death coma, the vampire escaped with her and set her body in a cave where she could emerge as a new child of the night. Shay's deceit and desperation worked smoothly. The moment she woke, she incapacitated the young vampire and ran for her life. Shay is currently willing herself to get to safety, one step at a time.

Witch Information

》Coven
Not anymore

》Skill Level
Intermediate

》Spell Specialization
Necromancy ⋆ Telekinesis ⋆ Fire

Sugar & Spice and Everything Nice

Ariana Williams ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Born February 18th ♡ Age 25 ♡ Female ♡ Human ♡ North Carolina

Theme Song 1: Sinners - Barns Courtney ♡ Theme Song 2: Rise - Katy Perry 5 foot 6 ♡ 125 pounds ♡ Brown hair ♡ Blue eyes ♡ Pale skin Ariana’s Style Style 1 Style 2 Style 3 ♡ Sexuality: Hetero ♡ Relationship Status: Single ♡ Anyredetermined friends?: Open for discussion ♡ Siblings' Status: No ♡ Parents' Status: Leah and Victor ♡ Pets: N/A ♡ How open is your character to friends from 1 to 10?: 8 ♡ How open is your character to romance from 1 to 10?: 7 Likes ♡ Tea with extra sugar and honey ♡ Nature landscapes ♡ Art (Painting, drawing, all of it) ♡ Yoga, Pilates and meditation ♡ Being around animals Dislikes ♡ Winter ♡ Crowds ♡ Rude people ♡ Being late to anything ♡ Feeling powerless Hobbies ♡ Checkers ♡ Hiking ♡ Shopping ♡ Music and singing ♡ Drawing/Painting/etc Skills ♡ Archery. Precise aim ♡ Horseback riding ♡ Self-Defense, but can be clumsy ♡ Silver-tongued ♡ Low key cunning and charismatic ♡ Cooking

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Personality

Ariana’s disposition is of sugar and spice. Although she is painfully shy and reserved, can she opens up, she is sweet and kind. Her academic smarts aren’t prestigious, and her strengths lay in cleverness and logic. She is cautious, analytical and also demonstrates cunningness when needed. She hates to use it if it’s for the wrong reason. She is awkward at times due to being lonely in her childhood. Ariana’s independence is strong however, so she doesn't like asking for help. Her patience is in need of work however, she is mostly level headed. She is also naive and gullible, since she doesn't have much experience with people. Her wits are strong, and she is able to talk her way out of situations when needed. Lying has come easy for her. She isn’t charming, but her sweet and innocent nature draws people in where she can exploit them. She is also sensitive and is trying to change it. Like a chameleon, Ariana can blend into her settings, due to being quiet and unsuspecting..

History

Ariana’s childhood was relatively pleasant. She grew up an only child but surprisingly, wasn’t spoiled. She became humble from an early age and knew she had to work for whatever she wanted in life. School came easy to her, except for the socialization. As a result, her childhood was somewhat lonely. Her studies became her primary focus. Something her parents, however, required her to do was attend church. She has been religious since childhood, completing all her sacraments. Ariana was involved with her church and made a few friends there. Nothing solid, though. As a result, her parents enrolled her in a variety of activities to help keep her occupied. Martial arts was one of them, then rock climbing and art. She excelled in art, demonstrating aptitude for it at a young age. She became involved with the metroparks and took up an archery course where she flourished. It became her passion and she soon began to compete and eventually, win.

Ariana’s parents were blue and white collar workers. She also had interns throughout high school in her junior and senior year. However, when Ariana was graduating high school, the market crashed and thrust them into a recession. Her parents both lost their jobs and were unable to help Ariana pay for her education. As a result, she found two jobs, one in retail and another as a waitress. Both of her parents also worked odd jobs. They rarely saw one another as they tried to make ends meet. Ariana’s loneliness only grew stronger, however she didn’t complain. She relied on archery to help her through her rough times. Finally, after years of saving and working, she was able to afford an education. Her school however became too expensive.

Thus, Ariana found an affordable university and moved into it. The catch? It was in Ember Grove. She now lives on campus at Ember Grove University and also a small studio apartment she rents while on holiday or during breaks. When she can, she will attend church as well at the Holy Saviors, blissfully unaware of what truly lies in Ember Grove or within the members.

Avalia

Corvina

Time: Late Afternoon
Location: Roshmi Grand Hall
Interaction: @Tae - Kenia ✦ @princess - Malachi ✦ @Inertia Rei
Ambience: Prom Queen

Cora had been excited upon the day of the ball. Dances always excited her, even from a young age. There was something about the art of dancing and being in these situations that comforted her. Being on stage, regardless of her status, was a place of comfort. From a young age she had been performing; be it ballet, gymnastics or her passion, ice skating. The dreaded feeling of bouncing around homes, finding and leaving families, would melt away. She had been ten years old when Linnet’s family had adopted her.

By that time, Cora’s drive and ambition to perform hadn’t been sated and they could sense it. They enrolled her in as much as they could while she studied and watched as she blossomed into a talented young lady. She had found herself at rivalry with her foster sister, however. While Linnet had a loving and doting family, she was not as talented as Cora. She won beauty pageants, dancing competitions and ballet. She had finally convinced her adoptive parents to enrol her into ice skating. From there, Cora’s childhood took off at a rapid pace with skating. Her dream had then blossomed into becoming an Olympic figure skater. This was something Linnet became jealous of and resented her for as they grew up.

The last straw, however, had been Cora befriending Gale: the equally talented and tall ice skater with creamy brown eyes and blonde hair. Their bond was remarkable, surprising everyone who had thought Linnet and Gale would have become best friends. Flash forward to high school senior year, and the two had become the “it” couple. Cora, the Olympic hopeful valedictorian alongside Gale, the equally talented and athletic individual. That prom night, they had been crowned Prom Queen and King unanimously. Nothing had upset Linnet more than watching these two who were destined to become great.

Cora’s mind was not focused anymore on the Inn. No, she was back in her high school, arm-in-arm with Gale. It had also been a masquerade dance and the two had coordinated their outfits together. Both were silver and blue, their favorite colors. The two were expected and catered to practically; surrounded by friends. She had been the happiest there; in the following weeks, their athlete applications had been filled for a prestigious school near the stadium. Everything was perfect… until May.

Cora stared at her reflection as Kenia finished her hair. She beamed and twirled around in her dress. Cora had been delighted when she found it and rather excited to find a matching mask as well. She sighed and tried remembering she was a different person now. She was a rebel now, hiding among Elves and attending a ball. It would be littered with good and bad citizens as well. She had no idea how to feel or prepare, other than nervous and excited mingled together. Cora could sense Kenia was sad but was trying not to show it. The woman’s story about her children was no doubt in her mind. Cora herself wanted nothing more than justice for her. She wondered what Malachi’s story would be and if it was equally tragic. Her heart ached for her Elven ‘parents’.

Finally ready to go, they arrived at the ball soon after getting ready. Rei was staying behind, which dampened her mood. She felt anxiety and worry leaving him but they couldn’t change his mind. She knew he could defend himself however, so it comforted her. As they entered the ball, Kenia looped her arm through her’s and she grinned. With her head high, she held Kenia’s arm back. They were given numbers after entering the ball and coming inside. Cora sighed and stuck them in her dress pocket. Her boots clicked quietly on the floor as Kenia directed them towards Malachi. She beamed when she saw him and giggled at Kenia’s comments. She couldn’t help but quickly hug him. She had been relieved to see him and that nothing had happened while he had been here. She turned to look over to see Terneus and snickered derisively under her breath. Oh joy,[ Cora thought with an eye roll as she turned back to the Elves to await their next move or decision.