forum Bitches Be Witches (Fantasy RP) (5/5) {CLOSED}

Started March 18, 2022 by @CWPoofToxicRush

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Great!

Name: Ash Slymare
Age: 23
Gender: female
Sexuality: Demisexual Pan
Element: Earth
Appearance: Ash’s slender, willowy, figure stands at 5’10” with lightly tanned skin from spending so much time outside, she does have a few freckles but she's indifferent to them. She has dark forest green eyes and pale gold hair that reaches just above her hips, often with small random braids woven into it. Her usual style is of kinda hippie-ish, with flowing skirts, dresses, and sleeves but when she's working she keeps the sleeves above her elbows and wears an old stained apron.
Personality: kind, compassionate, curious, doesn't let people treat others badly, can be very outspoken depending on the topic,
Other: enjoys reading and also knows some runic magic as well as alchemy and first aid.
Open to shipping?: sure
Songs:

• Hey Look Ma, I made it! - Panic! At the Disco
• Lost Girls - Lindsey Stirling
• Willow Maid -Erutan
• Celtic Woman
• Unstoppable and Revolution - The Score

I love her omggggg

Thanks!!!!!

could I maybe take the water spot?

You sure can!

Yay!!! Hey, Ari! :)

bet, I'll send in my sheet tomorrow morning, so I dont have to rush through it :)

Name: Markus James Moorim
Age: 21
Gender: Cis man, he/him
Sexuality: Biromantic demisexual
Element: Air
Appearance: Markus stand at 5'11", with a slender frame. He has black hair with white streaks in it (streaks are natural), and eyes such a pale blue they almost look white. He has pale skin, that does not tan very well. Has long, slender fingers, and slight dimples when he smiles. Has a few scars scattered around his body, and a half tattoo sleeve on his upper left arm.
Personality: Markus is…well, he isn't evil, but he's not exactly a "good" person, either. He is sarcastic and can be snarky, and can be very dramatic (in the cool, villain-esque way lmao). But despite that, he isn't generally mean or cruel for no reason. He may not be kind, and he may be brusque and rough, but he isn't going to be cruel for no reason, either.
Other: Has some PTSD and some other mental health struggles
Open to shipping?: Sure, ig
Songs: "Bones" by Imagine Dragons. "Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In!" by Will Wood and the Tapeworms. "Providence" by Poor Mans Poison. "Panic Room" by Au/Ra. "Could Have Been Me" by the Struts. "Hayloft II" by Mother Mother.

hello, meet Markus. he's an asshole lmfao

Name: Clementine Augara
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Pansexual
Element: Water
Appearance: Clementine is lightly tanned with thick, frizzy dark curls. Her eyes are a light honey color and she has slight freckles across her nose. She is considered "chubby" and small, standing at 5'3 with more defined curves around her hip and leg area. She has a light patch of skin, lighter than her normal skin tone, on her white cheek.
Personality: Clementine can be described as bubbly and friendly. She is trusting, loyal and always optimistic, but sometimes her sarcastic side shows through.
Other: She ran away from home when she was 17, she's also bipolar and takes meds in order to avoid to violent depressive or manic episodes.
Open to shipping?: sure
Songs:

• Juliet by Cavetown
• Heat Waves by Glass Animals
• Secrets by Mary Lambert

Seems like everyone has their characters up (and they all seem GREAT), so who's ready to start?

Crimson blinked a few times, head swimming. She was very aware of something cold, hard, and solid under her, and Clover still curled up on top of her chest. She stared at the ceiling, trying to reorient herself to the waking world. Except she wasn't staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars on her lavender ceiling. The ceiling was high, and made of white stone-she didn't know enough about stone to definitively say what type, but it almost glowed. She heard something stirring, turning her head to see other people besides her, all in various states of consciousness.

Ash winced, placing a hand to her forehead as she slowly sat up… Though she didn't remember laying down. Honestly, she felt a little sick. Her eyes, hesitantly, fluttered open and took a look around at her unfamiliar, and slightly blurry at the moment, surroundings. Wherever this place was… It definitely wasn't her simple home rich with the scent of drying herbs or even the forest where she liked to visit and gather wild mushrooms and other fruits and berries. But, as her eyes cleared and she continued to look around, she had to admit this place had a warm charm. At least until she saw all the others nearby and waking up as she had.

Clementine wiped her eyes, opening them widely and shooting into a sit up position in which she winced slightly at the mild migraine she has encompassed.
She looked around wildly, as if there were a predator closing in from somewhere and saw others, waking as she had.
What? she thought to herself.
I don't remember drifting to sleep…

Markus awoke, but didn't open his eyes at first. He could tell by the sounds of people and the feeling of stone beneath him that he was not at his home. Not where he had fallen asleep. So he took a moment to breathe, before moving quickly into a sitting position, taking in the people around him.

Crimson lifted Clover off her chest, lowing the kitty to her lap as she sat up, barely processing the little "mmph?" sound Clover made. She ran a hand through her long, dark hair, for once grateful she had passed out in her clothes (though it's partially because she stupidly packed all her pjs in that strange trunk). She looked around, studying the people around her.

Ash turned her head quickly at the cute sound. Though instantly regretted it as her neck twinged at the action. “Ow…” she groaned softly, looking at the other people. “Uhh… Hi? Any chance one of you guys knows what's going on?” she asked.

Farah took a breath to gather her thoughts and calm her emotions as she slipped her arms through the sleeves of her overcoat. She was prepared for this moment, even though the four young witches she was about to meet weren't. Ash, Clementine, Crimson, and Markus, she rehearsed in her mind.

Once her coat was on properly and her hair was pinned up with each piece in its elegantly place, the woman opened the door and shut it again behind her before setting off. She confidently paced through the hallowed halls at a heightened speed, and her head was held high with an air of importance surrounding her. Younger and less-experienced witches practically plastered themselves against the walls to get out of her way.

Farah turned the corner and headed straight for the open area where her four newest protégés were beginning to simultaneously wake. As she got closer, the question of one girl – Ash, she recognized – caught her ear. "I think I may be able to help with that inquiry," she remarked, stepping into view and looking as collected as she was powerful. Her gaze scanned them intently as if she could see through them all.

Markus was on his feet in a flash, gaze darting over to the trunk that he knew was his. The young man had fallen asleep in a simple set of pajamas, and was barefoot. He almost looked harmless, except for something in his gaze that seemed to hint at him being otherwise.

Crimson, blinked a few more ties, pinching herself hard o be sure it wasn't a weird dream. She winced, hissing slightly from the pain. Very, very real. She looked up at the woman who just walked in, eyes wide.

Clementine shrank slightly under the woman's gaze, she has seemed to appear out of thin air, but Clementine knew she has walked through the doorway, possibly when she wasn't paying full attention.

"Uhm nice to meet you, woman who accidentally kidnapped all of us and brought us to her cool but creepy castle" he said, a slightly hint of sarcasm in her low voice.
"Nice place" She commented, crossing her arms across her chest.

"Please," she said, motioning her arm to around them "tell us why were here, is this related to the trunk's we all seem to have, that someone told us to fill with our belongings?"

“Don’t be rude.” Ash quickly scolded, not taking her eyes off the older woman. Though the idea that this woman was responsible for… whatever it was that brought her and all these strangers here, made sense to her as well. But she wasn't going to be antagonistic unless she was provoked or if it became necessary.

Farah eyed each of them in turn, but as one of the girls – Farah was sure it was Clementine – decided to speak out as she pleased, the older witch's gaze locked on her.

"You're not here by accident," she said calmly. "You're not in a castle, and you weren't kidnapped. So everything you just said was wrong. I suggest the next time before you run your mouth to become more understanding of the situation you are in. Self-control and respect are just a few of the many things you will learn here."

With her small reprimand out of the way, she widened her focus and addressed the group at once with answers to Clementine's last question.

"You all are here because I personally selected you from your realms for service. The trunks were provided as accommodations for easier transfer of your personal possessions. You'll live here and train under my mentorship. The four of you are each a part of the next generation of the Witches of the Elements. Our world as we know it is in danger, and you four are likely the only ones with the possibility of saving it."