forum Modern Salem. (Closed, But Stalkers Are Appreciated.)

Started May 24, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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Name: Maroon Solitaire
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Species: human
Sexuality: Asexual
Appearance: BRIGHT red hair, BRIGHT blue eyes, pale skin, average height, black frame glasses
Usual Outfit: leather jacket, blue jeans, dress shoes, headphones
Personality: He's Evil with a capital E, really smart, dramatic, kind, forgiving, loves his younger brother, kind of awkward
Talents (For witches, this could include their two styles of magic): he has a flair for acting and he's hecka brilliant
Worst Fear(s): That he'll die, oblivion
Background: we'll get to that later….
Other: He has a special disease where his blood cells kill themselves, so he has to get blood transfusions a lot and he's ALWAYS wearing his headphones

Name: Michi Fenning
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Species: Human
Sexuality: Demi
Appearance: He has wavy chestnut brown hair that is generally worn into a man bun (Because he is one confident man). His eyes are a dark brown. His skin is a light tan, and he is about 5'8".
Usual Outfit: He wears button up shirts, black slacks, and dress shoes on a daily basis because he is that type of person
Personality: He is pretty charismatic and strong, and his presence can be a bit much for much more reclusive and introverted people. But in general, he's nice and will try to help others.
Talents (For witches, this could include their two styles of magic): Soccer, card tricks, lifting heavy objects
Worst Fear(s): Decapitation, guillotines, nukes, kitchen appliances, things generally associated with cleaning (bleach, disinfectant wipes, hand sanitizer, you know, that stuff), drunk people
Background: He lived an average life, I suppose (* wink wink ) ( cough cough *). I guess nearly dying multiple times as a child could be considered traumatic, but we'll get to that later.
Other: ?

Looks great you two! I’ll probably close it now.

//hey

(I’ll type up the starter very quickly)

The town square was bustling with activity as crowds were forming around the Execution Block. In modern day Salem, it was the witch hunting capital of America. Stories had spleen recorded in text books and such of the gruesome and unlawful witch hunts that had happened hundreds of years ago. But now, the trials had started up again as cases of witch craft were reported or the small towns officials. The only difference was that some of these reports were actually true. Though many were fake, real ones had been reported, and real witches had been killed. And an execution was going on right then and there. An older woman, a real witch, was tied to a steak, the wood at her feet and her body doused in gasoline. People were gathering in heavy crowds to watch, and that’s where Oliver and Lucy were standing watching the persecution closely. But there was nothing they could do to stop it. Nothing anyone could do.

Maroon stood in the crowd, watching the witch burn. She was an old woman, short and wrinkled, but with a fire in her eyes that was starting to burn out as the flames consumed her. He was sorry to see her go. She'd been so kind to him, but there was really no excuse, was there? He'd had to catch her, bring her out, prosecute her. It was nothing to be ashamed of. Maroon was just doing his job.

Belladonna watched from the tree line as the old witch burned. Tears had formed in the corner of her eyes, she had known the witch personally and had considered her a mentor. She turned away and began walking back to her hut in the woods, the tears had spilled down her face. She had to stay strong, she needed to help people for the old witches sake.

Zyna watched, tears in her eyes, as Leona was burned at the stake. The old woman had been a second mother to her, introducing her to the world of witchcraft, even though Zyna didn't have any magic. And now she was done. there had been nothing she could do.

Julianna watched the flames spread, unblinking. She didn’t cry. It could make her look suspicious to everyone around. Instead, she stood quietly and even managed to fake a half-smile.

Orion, in his trademark jacket, had watched the burning from the edge of the crowd. Close enough to look her in the eyes, but not close enough to arouse suspicion. Blue eyes sad, he watches her burn, listens to her screaming. They always scream. Bowing his head, he murmurs something under his breath. Just as the last word leaves his lips, she passes out mid-scream. No point in watching a burning when they stop screaming. Green eyes peer up at him from the ground, that flipping alley cat having followed him even here.

Music pulsed through his headphones and Maroon left the crowd, the pang of guilt burrowing its way into his heart. He needed to get away before the guilt got bad.
Worse, he was starting to feel out of breath, and his limbs weren't responding that well anymore. Maroon walked, no, practically crawled, back to his lab, leaning on his cane for support. He got onto the examination table and hooked himself up to the machine, transferring blood into his system.

Michi looked on at the execution from the shade of the nearby buildings. He starred impassively as the old woman burned alive, the fire suffocating her last words. Michi didn't really like the idea of burning witches at the stake, but also he would never do something as to step out of line and suggest that perhaps they stop the senseless killing of the witches. After all, most of them seemed fairly peaceful, almost helpful in a way. His eyes casually scanned over the crowd. Most of the citizens were jeering at the old woman, while a select few were… weeping, perhaps? That could mean two things. Either they knew her before she was found out as a witch and had only assumed that she too was human, or they were affiliated with the woman on a more… dangerous level. Not that it really mattered to Michi.

The crowds began to disperse as the flames died down, leaving a charred corpse. Oliver and Lucy stood where they were, eyes lowered in respect. Oliver gave Lucy’s arm a gentle tug to get the young witches attention. “Come on, no point in lingering,” He murmured gently.

Lucy, in response, simply yanked her arm from his grasp, jogging over to the executioner. “What do you plan on doing with the body?” She asked.

The older man, who was maybe in his late fourties, narrowed his eyes at the girl. “Dumping it in a mass grave, just like the others. Why?”

Lucy didn’t want that. She knew that witch. She deserved so much better than to be forgotten in some unmarked ditch. “How much for the body?” She suddenly asked, earning a sharp look from Oliver.

“Why in God’s name would you want that?” The man questioned warily.

“I’m traveling through here to head back to my home town. My friend over there insisted on having something to remember Salem by,” Lucy said, the lie coming easy to her. She pulled out her wallet, taking out a small wad of bills and holding it out.

The man looked at it skeptically before snatching the bills and pocketing them. After a minute, the scorched bones were tossed into a sack and handed over to Oliver, who continued to heavily frown as the pair walked away. “You are fucking insane, Teller, you know that?”

“I’m just looking out for my own kind. We’ll be fine, I’m sure of it.”

Bella reached her hut, a small black cat and a little snow owl greeted her there. She smiled and pet them both, they were her familiars, "Hi there Midnight. Snowbell. Any visitors."

The little black cat shook his head. None. Bella nodded and walked out to the back garden. The owl and cat followed after her.

Name: Calla
Gender: Female
Age: 6
Species: Witch
Sexuality: Calla: "What is a sexual?"
Appearance: cropped black hair with bangs, large white eyes, pale skin, gaunt, bags under her eyes, her bones poke out, scraped elbows and knees
Usual Outfit: a white flowy dress, just above her knees
Personality: Innocent, kind, curious, emotional, sad, off-putting
Talents (For witches, this could include their two styles of magic): summoning spirits, death curse
Worst Fear(s): to be alone
Background: Her village was bombed when she was a child and she was an orphan, taken in by a foster family who're nice, but don't care/love her
Other: She's blind