Despite the series of strange events that had happened, the princess had managed to remain optimistic. She had been sitting in a small patch of grass, humming softly a lullaby her mother used to sing to her when she was just an infant. It reminded her of home and always seemed to bring her comfort. As the melodic notes left her lips, a little bird fluttered by and landed on her hand, whistling the tune along with her. A giggle quickly escaped her lips at the sight, “ Why, hello there little one. “ she greeted the creature, sweetly.
The first thought to enter into his mind was that this person dealt with magic. However, he knew that there were good people who had abilities too. He had to be careful when revealing himself and his past. He didn’t care, most good people tended to have the view that you are not your parents and can be good even if your parents are evil. But it would be easier if people thought he was good. “That is a nice talent you have,” he said sitting down. “I have good penmanship, but that only comes in handy when I have to take a message or something.” he joked.
Is that IAIN DE CAESTECKER? No, it’s just GEORGE SANDERSON, the TWENTY-FOUR year old child of WINIFRED “WINNIE” SANDERSON from HOCUS POCUS. He is known to be DRIVEN & KNOWLEDGEABLE, but also CALCULATING & APATHETIC. They identify as CISMALE.
BACKSTORY
George didn’t ask to be born, but his mother never let him forget that he should feel grateful for his birth. He wasn’t like his other siblings. He reminded his mother of his father. Someone he was told was only kept around because he was useful for a moment. Because of that, he did his best to get on his mother’s good side. Drawn to spell creation, he spent most of his time coming up with new spells to show his mom.
Much like his mother, he sold his soul to the devil for the ability to make people believe his words. He used it only when he needed to. He knew that being tied to his mother, and his family, would make life for him a bit more difficult. When he was ten his goals shifted from pleasing his mother to gaining power. If his mother couldn’t see his talent, he’d get so powerful that she would have no other choice than to admit he was her son. The worst witch of them all. He started to construct a public image that would benefit him. He began apprenticing under a doctor in town; the first person he tried out his new powers on.
When he was twenty-one the people depended on him, and he spent more time with his family in the open. He had everything planned to have the Sanderson name rule the town, and prove to his mother that he wasn’t useless. However, he got a bit too apathetic. He began not to care about his patients and even using some to test out his potions.
This is tentative to change as I need to get together with the other sandersons!
Amelie looked up from her manicure with a raised eyebrow. “Well it’s as good a place as any, isn’t it? Besides, it’s kind of fun to watch all the confusion.” She placed the nail file down on the bench beside her and crossed her legs. She couldn’t help but hope that her father was here, but if he was he was probably more concerned with seducing the nearest woman than he was finding his children. “I’ll claim one of the buildings when I’m ready to.”
he gave a small nod, “I suppose that’s true...but it is an odd spot.” His tone was warm and welcoming as he continued. “It is fun to watch the confusion. People reveal their true selves when things like this go down. I’d rather not be running around like a chicken without a head.” he commented. He liked to make sure his plans didn’t fail; there was nothing he hated more than failure. “Which building would you go for? I’d like something quaint and out of the way. Where I can read in peace.” He omitted the part where he also wanted to brew potions without watching eyes.
Of course Amelie was confused, and perhaps a little frightened, when she woke up in a place that certainly wasn’t her home, but she didn’t dare let her fear show on her face. Instead, she had an aura of annoyance, so much so that instead of trying to find answers, she merely sat on a bench and started filing her nails. “I know what you’re gonna ask, and no, I don’t know where the hell we are or how we got here.” She said without even looking up.
George sat down and stretched his legs. “Actually I was going to ask why you’re filing your nail on a bench in the middle of a strange place,” he replied with a side smile. He watched those who were walking around, wondering if his mother was somewhere amongst the people. Knowing her she was probably right in the thick of it or hiding out coming up with a plan. “I’m not saying panic, but why not claim one of the abandon houses or something?” His eyes shifted to the buildings. It didn’t look like they belonged to anyone, but then again, he wasn’t entirely sure of anything.
ooc ; i had a meeting yesterday and it lasted all day! i’m here now! i’m going to answer starters and then finish my character’s pages, but i’m around if you want to plot.
x ella nicole
Edmund looked around at his unfamiliar surroundings, clutching the sword attached closely to his hip, just in case of an emergency. “What is this place…?” He muttered to no one in particular.
George wasn’t surprised, he was annoyed. He was annoyed that he had to be in this new, less appealing, dimension. However, he knew that if word got out that the villains were responsible he and those like him would be outcasted. So when he spotted someone, he put on his best ‘ scared ’ face. Even back home very few knew that he sided with his mother. “Hey,” he said jogging up to the person. “Hey! Do you know where we are? I just woke up in the woods”
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