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KIARA OAKLY - Druid / Witch / Healer / Doctor
Independent, semi-selective roleplay blog for Druid/witch healer OC Kiara Oakly. Over 10+ years of development, originally a BBC Merlin OC, now with verses in: ACOTAR, Fourth Wing, Bridgerton, Marvel, Musketeers, Supernatural, modern, historical and many more! Multiverse, crossover friendly, and multiship. Mun is 25+ years old.
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Name: Kiara Oakly
Age: 20-35
Species: Druid / Witch
Sexuality: Pansexual
Occupation: Healer, Doctor
Abilities: Healing powers, manipulation of living tissue, ability to manipulate plants / trees (largely undiscovered)
Kiara inherited her interest and ability in magic; she was born a Druid, and lived her entire childhood hiding in a Druid settlement deep in the forest near the border between Camelot and Essetir. Both her mother and father were capable of using magic, and they helped to teach Kiara and her brother Robyn how to control her abilities. Similarly to many of the other Druids, Kiara found that she had an affinity for healing spells, and so she spent many years trying to learn and master as many of them as she could - with the intention of using her knowledge to help others. As soon as she was made aware of her abilities, she knew she wished to become a physician.
However, as Uther’s law decreed that all magical users were evil, the Druids lived in fear. If they were discovered, all of them would be slaughtered - including the children. Occasionally, a couple of the Druids would have to travel into the city of Camelot to collect supplies that they could not get from the forest, and these journeys were highly perilous. It was during one of this brief visits when Kiara’s father was discovered, and subsequently executed. Overcome with grief and guilt, the young woman became full of hatred of all things related to King Uther and Camelot, yet as Druids were peaceful by nature - she took this anger and turned it into passion, studying magic day and night.
To make matters worse, it was not long after Kiara’s father’s death that a rumour of the Druid settlement reached the King’s ears. Still believing that all magical users were evil, Uther sent out the young Prince Arthur to lead a raid and destroy the small village. This attack was horrendous, and Kiara’s childhood home was filled with the agonized screams as Druid after Druid was cut down and killed. Kiara and her mother only just managed to escape, and both of them sustained considerable injuries, yet managed to travel far enough into the forest that the knights of Camelot did not find them and kill them too. It was during this attack that Kiara last saw her brother, and although she knows it is unlikely that he managed to survive, she can’t help but be optimistic that he is still out there, somewhere.
Shortly after this attack, once the two women had recovered somewhat, Kiara’s mother encouraged her to travel to Camelot. Although it was dangerous, they had heard rumours that Emrys was finally there, and Ariana was certain that not only was he the only one that could help the remaining Druids now, but he would also be able to protect Kiara. So, although she did not wish to leave her mother, Kiara travelled to Camelot and found Emrys. She now lives with Gaius and Emrys (who she must remember to call Merlin) under the disguise of being the new physician’s apprentice.
"Still pretty exhausted," she admitted, with a wry smile. "But much better, really. I think my fever's broken. Thank you so much for having me stay, I'll be out of your hair in a couple of hours. Just as soon as I can summon up the strength to stand up," she chuckled, tiredly, as she wrapped the borrowed blanket more tightly around herself.
Still, her magic buzzed at the back of her mind - not aggressively, but clearly wanting to draw her attention to something. She was too tired to work out exactly what.
He licked his teeth, grimacing at the strange flavour, and then hesitated a moment as he considered her offer. It was a nice offer, but after a moment, he shook his head.
"It would be wasted on me," he said, simply, "Going to be in a shitload of pain in a few hours no matter what happens so I can endure this a bit longer. Save your energy." he smiled gently at her. "Thank you for your help, uh... hopefully it will... make the change easier."
She dropped her hand back to her side, nodding in understanding. "Well, if you change your mind, you'll know where I'll be. If you get too bad-tempered, I might have to insist," she told him, with a faint quip of her lips. "You're welcome. I hope so too. Fingers crossed there's not more power outages today," she commented, as she started to head towards the door and back to where her patients were undoubtedly waiting.
Doom smiled as he tilted Kiara's chin up to look at him. He enjoyed the look of fear in her eyes. "How amusing that you think you have a choice."
He held up some kind of device or computer chip. On one side, tiny mechanical tendrils writhed as if it were alive. Doom pressed the device to side of Kiara's head. Immediately, the tendrils drilled and extended into her brain and invaded her mind.
"I could compel absolute obedience with a device such as this, but that would interfere with your abilities. Fortunately, limited control will be sufficient. You will find it quite impossible to use your powers for healing or protecting yourself. You will also find that you are quite unable to direct them against me.”
The restraints suddenly released Kiara, allowing her to fall to the floor. “Obey me, and you will be allowed some small comforts. Disobey…” At this word, the chip sent a searing pain through Kiara’s entire body, far worse than any from the scan. “And you will suffer.” After several seconds, the pain ceased. Doom's fingers stroked Kiara's hair before he sat back on his throne.
"Nod if you understand."
There was no way she could avoid the mechanical device, and she cried out as the tendrils extended through her skull and towards her brain. So exhausted with the pain that had wrecked through her body, she had not immediately noticed that her powers had returned.
Despite Doom's assurance to the contrary, her brain did try and defend itself. Although the shield she had previously, involuntarily formed to prevent the laser scan did not reappear, she could feel her powers flooding up to the site of invasion, preventing the device from fully implanting in her brain.
She didn't know how much Doom said was still true, for she could certainly feel the foreign device fighting in her mind for dominance...but the mutation coursing through her DNA was not so easily cowed. A gasp escaped her as she was abruptly released from the constraints, and she collapsed against the ground.
Another cry of agony left her as the device shot pain through her body, yet it was quickly dampened by her powers. Still, her whole body trembled and she didn't lift herself up from where she was pressed against the ground. Not until Doom demanded a response from her, and she reluctantly raised her head to nod.
He rran a hand over the back of his neck, exhaling sharply, feeling a twang of guilt, but then she was in front of him and he managed to keep control over himself, just about. Nostrils flared, senses already frazzled.
"Thank you." his voice was lower, as he wrapped his hand around the vial, "I... I really appreciate that." he half smiled, although he was grimacing slightly. The tension of the approaching shift had pulled all the muscles in his back tight, and the pain had worsened for it. Soon as possible? He shot a quick glance around... then popped the top and downed it in one, grimacing as he handed the vial back to her.
She nodded approvingly as he downed the vial, hopeful that her late night working would help him. "You're welcome. You'll have to tell me exactly how it impacts you, and I can make some changes for next time."
It wouldn't work immediately, and she examined him with her lips pursing faintly. He certainly wouldn't be able to do his best, empathetic work like this. "Do you want me to take away some of your pain?" she offered, raising one of her hands towards him. Usually, she'd ration her abilities throughout the day to ensure she could heal her most critical patients...but he needed it almost as much as them.
"You will learn, in time, to appreciate my power and that all must serve and succumb to my will."
The beam focused upon KIara's forehead once more. This time, there was nothing to stop it from ripping into her mind. Only an echo of her powers had been left behind, and it was far, far too little to protect her.
It would be several hours before the scan would be complete.
With her voice destroyed from her screams and both her body and mind exhausted from the agony the scan had inflicted, the last hour or so Kiara had been floating in and out of consciousness.
She almost didn't believe it when the pain abruptly stopped, and she sagged against the restraints. Sweat shone against her forehead, her whole body trembling as she dared to glance up towards Doom. What horrors faced her next?
"Please let me go," she croaked, out. "I'll do whatever you want."
Samira didn't think this was going to work but it was her last shot. So she's walked up nervously fidgeting with her hands. She'd ahd to take a beat to catch her breath before speaking. "So do you remember how I told you that I was back in contact with my paternal family more? You know my uncle and all my cousins. It's been going well but umm my cousin is getting married. She really wants me to be there but I told her I was seeing someone so I wouldn't seem like such a shut in loser. Which is probably the most shut in loser thing to do."
She's trying to seem calm but she's just buzzing with anxiety. "Could you ummm... would you pretend to be my date? It'd be just one long weekend and my uncle said he's gonna buy the plane tickets. I- please. Please I'm desperate. I just want to make a good impression. Like I've got my life together not just work, study, sleep, and repeat."
"You want me to pretend to be your date for a wedding?" she repeated, blinking in surprise, before a bubble of laughter escaped her. "Do you think that'll actually work?" she questioned, bemused. But her expression softened at Samira's pleas, and despite the fact she had little faith in her acting abilities, she couldn't see the harm. It might even be fun.
"Well, I do like weddings," the doctor smiled. "I'll do it, if you're sure you want me? I don't know how good I'll be at pretending," she warned, "but I'll give it my best shot. When is it, by the way? I'll have to make sure I'm not already signed up for a shift."
"Amazing," Doom said as he looked at the holographic display. "You are even more powerful than I had thought." He rose from his throne and walked over to the control station. He increased the power on the beam two-fold and then ten-fold and then one-hundred fold. It cycled and pulsed angrily but still did not penetrate Kiara's shield.
He pressed more controls and robotic arms reached down with needles to withdraw blood and other bits from Kiara, but they too seemed unable to touch her. The restraints still seemed to hold her in place, but there was no way for Doom to get at Kiara directly to study her, at least not while she could produce such a shield.
"Induce power drain," Doom commanded at last. A purple cone of energy engulfed Kiara. Doom looked with satisfaction as it began to syphon off her powers. The effect was temporary, but it would allow him to conduct his other work on Kiara while it lasted.
Shaking with a mixture of fear and exertion as her powers worked tirelessly to protect herself, she watched Doom wide-eyed. How much could her mutation handle, before the protective shield would break?
Alas, there seemed nothing she could do to prevent the power drain from working on her and she gasped at the sudden weakness that seemed to spread through her whole body. She felt empty and abruptly alone without the familiar hum of her powers thrumming through her.
There was still a faint shadow of her abilities within her, which made her hope that the drain wasn't permanent, but she now seemed entirely vulnerable to whatever Doom intended.
"What are you going to do to me?" she gasped, pulling against the restraints once more, to no avail.
"Yeah. I'll see you then." he offered a faint smile, then waved a hand goodbye as he headed off home.
The next day was already going... badly.
They were rammed, as ever they were, but a brief power outage had made everything all the worse, and they were desperately playing catchup now that everything was back online, throwing people up to CT and xray as fast as they could. Sure, they'd managed to clear a lot of triage patients who had minor ailments, but with labs down too... an hour's delay had stretched out. Immensely.
He watched as one of the lab techs recoiled, after he snapped at them with far more viciousness than their incompetence deserved, breathing out hard as he turned away, rubbing a hand over the back of his sweaty neck and glancing at the clock. He was running out of time to get done. Definitely going to be an eight floor kind of night...
Lips twisted thoughtfully, she waited for the upset-looking lab tech to hurry out the room before she stepped towards her fellow doctor. Clearly, the unexpected stress of the day was not helping.
"Hey. How are you doing?" she greeted him, pulling a small vial of a clear-looking liquid out of her vial. "I worked on this last night. It's not perfect, but it'll help you...relax and stay in control a little more." She'd put considerable effort and magic into the concoction, but after working a whole twelve hour shift her powers hadn't been as strong as she would have liked.
"Well it depends on the secret," he admitted. While his powers were not a secret, what he did with them was a source of guilt. "Not that I'm looking for said absolution."
She nodded in understanding, humming thoughtfully. "I think I would be happier if I didn't have any secrets," she admitted, quietly. Her very safety depended upon keeping her powers hidden, but it was difficult to hide such an integral part of herself.
Doom smiled as he tilted Kiara's chin up to look at him. "You should feel honored, my dear. Soon your powers will serve a higher purpose. My purpose."
A holographic schematic of Kiara appeared beside her. It highlighted her brain and her mutation. "You see, your mutation not only allows you to heal wounds. It can be used to manipulate any living, organic matter. Properly harnessed, it can be used over great, perhaps even infinite distances. Imagine it used to strike and kill. There would be no way to detect it or stop it. And imagine your power used to manipulate already existing life -- to create life as I see it under *my* control."
Doom sat back in his throne. "Commence level 5 neural scan." Some kind of beam struck Kiara's forehead from Doom's throne. The beam seemed to rip and tear into Kiara's brain and mind as force fields held her in place.
"I am afraid the scan will be quite excruciating. It is necessary to learn the details of your mutation so that it may be properly controlled and directed. You can expect the procedure to take between 5 and 6 hours." Doom activated a sonic suppressor to muffle Kiara's inevitable screams.
Heart thudding in her chest, she stared at him in horror. Surely, that wasn't true? She had only ever healed. But even as she desperately tried to deny the possibility of her mutation being used as a weapon in her own mind, her thoughts quickly darted to the times where she had felt as though she had to rein in her powers, wrestle to keep them in her control.
"No," she gasped: she would rather die than be used to hurt or kill other people. But her thoughts were quickly silenced by blinding pain as the beam shot at her, and she cried out.
Yet the pain lasted only a few moments, as her powers formed some kind of invisible, protective shield without her conscious control - stopping the beam from penetrating her skill. That was...new. She'd never been able to heal herself, but she'd never been in such a dangerous situation before.
Perhaps Doom was right about the hidden potential of her mutation. Could she truly manipulate living tissue to her will?
"You seem nervous my dear." The words were not callous, they were only an observation. His blue eyes surveyed her, not dismissively, but with the curiosity of a King. "We hope we did not scare you. Mortals often grow intimidated by us." He watched as the wind ruffled through her hair, almost by design. "Forgive me, but I am also intrigued."
"Yes..." she admitted, swallowing thickly. "We - we have stories about your kind." Stories warning them to stay far, far away. But he didn't seem like he wanted to hurt or attack her, instead surveying her with genuine curiosity, and she gave him a weak smile. "You are? Have you met a human with magic before?"
@apurekindness liked for a starter with snow white!
snow didn't really know how to ask her question without sounding strange. in her head, that's how she sounded. then again, when was the next time they'd be able to talk without anyone walking in or telling kiara to get away from her. "why are you being so nice to me?" snow wasn't supposed to be seen or heard. she was used to being ignored by her stepmother and anyone who was loyal to her (or terrified they'd be punished for speaking to snow). snow wouldn't have blamed kiara if she just ignored her.
Oh. That wasn't the response she was expecting, and she paused for a second, her lips twisting thoughtfully as she considered what to say. Kiara was just being her usual friendly self, and she hadn't been making a particular effort to be extra kind. "Do you not...want me to?" she asked, more than a little puzzled. "I can stop talking, if you'd prefer that."