❝She's got that whole —— magic driven, gypsy warrior, soul witch bitch —— type of vibe❞ dependent rp blog for oc madeline cardelle of devilsgatehq written by jess (she/her)
Alessa shook her head as she looked over the familiar streets and stores all around . It’s been 5 years since she been there and while part of her didn’t feel like she missed this quiet little town , deep down she knew she did . “ It’s fine . I have more than enough time to spare and wait . Patience is a virtue as people say . Although , someone was here before me and they clearly didn’t want to wait much longer .” Alessa simply told her as she got out a list from her bag . Entering the store , eyes roamed about before they landed on her .
“—Actually , only question I have is ; do you have everything on this list ?” She handed it to her .
“Ah well, Americans keep themselves busy, don’t have much tolerance for waiting around. Always have somewhere to be, right?” She would much prefer the irritable customers be turned off by something miniscule than have to deal with their antics anyway. Madeline set the box of herbs down on the counter and deftly swiped the list from the woman’s hand. Dark brown hues scanned the page for a few moments, mentally checking it off as she went.
“I should. Quite the list. Are you just stocking up?” She grabbed one of her wicker baskets and started packing it up.
jeremy merely nodded at the apology . he really couldn’t care less at the tardiness of the other , he has very low expectations of other people . whether they were a stranger or not . he pushes himself off the curb that he had been sitting on , dusting his hands lazily before entering the other’s store . “ uh , ” he gulped . he’s never been good at hiding his emotions , although lately , ever since the accident , there seemed to be a permanently etched expression of melancholic nonchalance on his features . but right not it was obvious he was nervous , with his lack of eye contact and fidgeting with his hands . he didn’t really want to be here . he didn’t really want anybody’s help . but he knew he needed it . “ my doctor sent me here . she says you might have some stuff for uh , anxiety ? ”
anxiety was one of the top reasons people came in for when they were in search of her herbs. of course, as far as she could tell the pharmaceuticals for the condition came with plenty of caveats and concerns of her own. “ i have plenty for anxiety. kava is the most popular, but there’s also lavender, lemon balm, and ashwagandha. if you’re more into tea we could look at valerian or chamomile as well. ” carefully, she sat the box on the counter and plucked her precarious cup of tea from the top. after a large sip, she began to place the newly harvested ingredients among her shelves. “ did she mention anything in particular? i can speak from my own experience, but i’m no doctor. ”
another day, another late morning as maddie rushed to the store to open it ten minutes late. with the herbs that she had freshly packed last night while she tried to track down a cursed object for a client last night in tow, her eyes roamed over a potential customer with surprise that anyone was here so early. “i apologize, clearly, mornings are not my strong suit.” a quick apology was followed by a nod of her head as she leaned the crate of herbs against the doorframe and precariously set her cup of tea on top while she fished her keys out of her jacket pocket and unlocked the door. after a smack of her boot, the door pushed open and she started her way inside and held the door open with her arm.
“come on in and have a look around. i can answer any of your questions while i put this stuff away.”
⁽ ⠀michelle keegan. 27/300+. cis female. she/her. ⁾⠀dear diary, MADELINE CARDELLE has been lurking around mystic falls for SIX MONTHS now. presumably because OF THE LIKELIHOOD OF MAKING EASY MONEY. my sources tell me they’re a/an WITCH, currently spending most of their time RUNNING AN HERBAL APOTHECARY SHOP and known to be quite INTUITIVE, SECRETIVE, & MANIPULATIVE. the anthem of their life is CASTLE by HALSEY. they ARE NOT involved in the plan to start armageddon. ( the muted shine of ornate old jewelry, an organized clutter of seemingly useless objects )
Basics
LEGAL NAME: madeline jean cardelle
NICKNAMES: maddie, mads
BIRTH DATE: november 21
AGE: 300+ / appearance around 27
GENDER/PRONOUNS: cisfemale / she/her
ORIENTATION: pansexual
ZODIAC SIGN: scorpio
SPECIES: natural born witch
OCCUPATION: owner of the mystic brew ( more info here )
Physical
EYE COLOR: deep brown
HAIR COLOR: dark brown, wavy
HEIGHT: 5′4
BUILD: slender
TATTOOS: moon & roses between breasts, sun & moon on right inner arm, moon & pentagram on back of neck, crystal and herbs above her left ankle, vine & web on left side of rib cage
PIERCINGS: nose, left ear, right ear
FACE CLAIM: michelle keegan
Mind
ALIGNMENT: chaotic neutral / individualist who follows their own heart and generally shirks rules and tradition, values their own freedom above all else
MYERS - BRIGGS: ESTP / an entrepreneur (ESTP) tends to be energetic and action-oriented, deftly navigating whatever is in front of them. they love uncovering life’s opportunities.
TEMPERAMENT: chloeric / fundamentally ambitious and leader-like. has a lot of aggression, energy, and/or passion, and tries to instill it in others.
STRENGTHS: intuitive, focused, brave, loyal, charismatic
WEAKNESSES: secretive, sarcastic, jealous, manipulative, cynical
ALIGNMENT
Small Bio ( full info here )
Madeline Cardelle was born to two natural born witches in the mid 1600s in Dalkeith, Scotland. Tragedy started in her life at the age of sixteen when she returned home to find her parents murdered, likely by a member of their own coven. For a while after this, she simply was nomadic, unable to truly trust any other witches after what had happened with her parents, though she did remain on friendly terms with some in the area. Foolishly, she had convinced herself that she could have a life with a human man, which only lasted a few years. Before she could leave, she had a son with him and tried to stick it out, but ultimately left them both without so much as a note.
By the mid nineteenth century she had found a place with a well-known coven in London and had married one of the coven members. As one of the leaders of the coven, she took pride in their coven not getting involved in most affairs of other witches and the general populace. The coven would not classify themselves as good or evil, however, they were largely unbothered if some destruction or death happened in the wake of their own plans. This caught the attention of an organization of hunters known as the Men of Letters. While Maddie was away on business with a coven in Spain, the organization slaughtered her entire coven. Afraid that they had tabs on her, she faked her own death and hopped on a boat to America in Spring of 1924.
For a few decades, she retained a relatively low profile and skipped town whenever she heard about hunters being within a couple of hours of where she was. Time soon led her to feel more comfortable and she was pulled into the business of obtaining rare items for use by hunters and supernatural beings in spells, sacrifices, or pursuits for carnage. When her travels took her to Mystic Falls, she realized with current events it would be the perfect place to set up a shop and make large profits from the impending apocalypse and generally dense population of the supernatural and the supernaturally aware. She opened The Mystic Brew, which masquerades as a standard herb and rustic apothecary style gift shop, but word of mouth quickly has spread through the right crowd about a lucrative inventory room that may contain anything one might need.
