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Started January 12, 2019 by @blue_topaz

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Lol it’s ok take you’re time I’m eating dinner

I’m almost done with my template too

can't wait to see yours!
okay I give up, which would you prefer to see?

• artistic harpy
• dragonian hearth witch
• seer haunted by the spirits possessing her tarot cards

Name: Gwendolyn Thomas
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi
Species: Elf/Druid
Appearance: Copper colored skin, thick black hair usually worn in a braid of some kind, around 5’5”, brown eyes. Wearing a plain pink tank top and blue jeans with sandals.
Personality: A wallflower, probably a bit of a hipster, majors in botany, kind of shy and awkward at first, lives for caffeine.
Other: Her powers mainly manifest in control over plants, but animals tend to like her as well.

I’m liking either the harpy or the seer!

looks great!

Appearance: Copper colored skin, thick black hair usually worn in a braid of some kind, around 5’5”, brown eyes. Wearing a plain pink tank top and blue jeans with sandals.

I forgot to mention she has pointed ears which is literally the best part

Thanks!

I’m liking either the harpy or the seer!

I was leaning towards witch or seer, should I flip a coin?

Appearance: Copper colored skin, thick black hair usually worn in a braid of some kind, around 5’5”, brown eyes. Wearing a plain pink tank top and blue jeans with sandals.

I forgot to mention she has pointed ears which is literally the best part

no problemo

I’m liking either the harpy or the seer!

I was leaning towards witch or seer, should I flip a coin?

Yeah just flip a coin! You can always change it if you feel like it’s not working out

alright here's my gal:

Name: Marla Catherine Abram-Bell
Age: 19
Gender: female
Sexuality: pansexual
Species: Human with prophet heritage
Appearance: Light blonde hair, almost platinum, in loose curls cut a centimetre or two below her shoulders, which she sometimes keeps in loose, low pigtails (no, not the childish ones that stick out sideways, the kind that hang low). Creamy skin with a flushed undertone around her cheeks and shoulders, almond eyes a faded blue-grey tinted slightly turquoise, generally petite frame, 5’5’’, small hands and feet. Chapped lips from being bitten, a peach-pink colour, often coated in vanilla balm or some sort of gloss. Sometimes, when she attempts to Look into the future, she'll paint a symbolic third eye onto her forehead in a shade of purple or blue, or paint similar images around her eyes.
Usual Outfit: Pale, pastel-coloured blouses, tops with billowing sleeves, sundresses with pastel floral patterns, dresses like these that are more reminiscent of the 50’s: https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/633811347536362750/ , https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/Ab6YzW2QbFX6ATLRvnDpZKIQfoXaZ_2KEqgJIWxodoU2L91xIE1NsWo/ , https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/504403227009901291/
Wears mostly a pale, dreamy periwinkle blue, occasionally ties diaphanous scarves or veils around her head/shoulders.
Personality: Gentle, persuasive, not as naive as she looks. Sensitive, willing to carry other’s burdens for them, easily emotionally manipulated due to how easily she trusts. A caring soul, always trying to do the best for everyone, lonely, a bit broken.
Other: Marla’s mother was single, her cheating husband disappeared one night and never came back. She had a stillborn baby brother, who they were going to name Teddy, and her mother was always a weak, frail person tormented by horrible visions in her dreams. In the end, she went insane and killed herself, leaving Marla alone. Marla has prophetic vision that comes in short bursts, particularly when she comes into physical contact with someone very charged up my memories and emotion. She keeps her mother's old, antique deck of Tarot cards in a drawer by her bedside, sometime attempting to read them. She is rarely successful.

I cannot even believe the god-like description you gave gave me omg

You have made my day for the third time what is this sorcery, thank you so much! I just like writing long templates xD, this is a slightly altered one from the notes app on my phone

You have made my day for the third time what is this sorcery, thank you so much! I just like writing long templates xD, this is a slightly altered one from the notes app on my phone

Aww glad to hear it! I’ll get more descriptive as we go on, I promise! So where should they meet?

:D
hm
What classes would they each take? Maybe they have one or two together? and since this is a fantasy au, there would be magic classes

I imagine that there are some core classes they both have to take? Like maybe divination could be one, or alchemy?

ooh I love both
Maybe.. idk, magical history or something could be one of them?

Totally! Lmao I feel like we’re at hogwarts and Im pathetically excited

what a mood lmao
anything else you'd like to add?

Should they have part-time jobs?

probably, yeah
I imagine Marla would work in an incense shop or crystal shop

Gwendolyn can work at a flower shop then! Okay, I think that’s it since we can always add more as we go!

awesome! want me to start it off?

Sounds good!

alright!

Marla frowned at the gently rippling water of the fountain, running her fingers along its rim. Only a few hours had passed since the vision had hit her, but the fountain remained unchanged, sending up sprays of crystalline droplets that glimmered in the sun. The mourning Siren etched into its base didn't move, didn't come to life, nor did the calm waters run red with blood.

Blood..

The word stirred up a memory, causing Marla to squeeze her eyes shut as scenes flashed before her mind's eye. Her mother, clawing at the walls, drowning in a flood of crimson that existed only inside her mind. Tiny scarlet rivers trickling down her best friend's face like morbid tears.

Blood..

The word had always held a history for her, but now? After this morning's vision, it served as a warning call.
Marla sighed deeply, leaning forward to dip her fingers into the cool water. Tiny golden fish swam up to them, speeding away the moment they stirred a miniscule wave. It's probably nothing. A stupid daydream. It doesn't make any sense, ignore it.

(sorry it's not very good, I'm a bit braindead :P)

The dull beep of an alarm was not what what up Gwen at 7:30 AM that morning, as it was supposed to. What did however, was the large pillow that hit her in the face repeatedly at 7:49 AM, ten minutes before class. “Get up and shut that off!” Her roommate, the culprit behind the pillow violence groaned before hiding back under the blankets. Gwen finally sat up and shut the alarm off, looking at the time.

“I’m late!” She flew out of bed at top speeds, stumbling to the bathroom to get ready. She brushed her teeth, threw on the clothes shed layed out the night before and raced out the door, tripping over leaves from her favorite spider plant. “Sorry! Sorry! I’ll water you later!” She apologized to it, racing outsode into the hallway of the “Treetop Residential Building” where she lived with other life science students. Unfortunately she had to run to history of magic which resides on the other side of campus. She took off at a sprint, hoping to make it to class on time.

(It was great! I love the ominous foreshadowing!)

(thanks lol
oh and I forgot to ask, are you okay with
a) violence
b) recounts of traumatic experience
c) sensitive topics like depression and self harm
d) swearing)

Marla heaved another sigh, checking the time on the cracked screen of her phone. Fantastic. Ten minutes to get to class. Groaning, she picked up her bag from where it had been tossed onto the ground and slung it over her shoulder, fixing the sleeve of her blouse before breaking into a run. Distracted by both her exhaustion– she'd been up since four in the morning– and the vision of the fountain, she didn't notice the girl in front of her (Gwen) until she'd barrelled right into her.

(I’m okay with all of the above!)

Gwen yelped as she suddenly crashed into another girl, fallening into the squishy campus grass that cushioned her fall. She groaned in pain, softly rubbing her forehead and checking herself over for injuries. “Are… Are you alright?” Gwen looked up at the other girl, still a bit shaken from the collision. I don’t want to talk to people right now!

She bit her lip nervously, reaching for her phone in her bag before realizing that she had forgotten it in her dorm. Why am I like this? “Sorry for uh… you know—“ She scrambled to her feet. “I’m sort of late for class. Can I buy you a coffee later? Or wait, I’ll be studying. So just take this.” She removed a crumpled five dollar bill from her pocket, holding it out to the girl. Her hand was shaking slightly from nervousness, but she simply ignored this.