#feral wizard

[littlebeetlebro]

accidentally casted Beam Of A Thousand Suns on myself (I somehow managed to turn my phone flashlight and blind myself)

[cherrybombfangirlwrites]

Name (full): Triveya Madeline Avenlin

Story Role: Protagonist. The magic expert of the group. The eccentric, a little bit crazy and feral wizard. The last protagonist introduced but gets as much time as everyone else.

Age: Chronologically? a little over a thousand years. physically? about 15-16 yrs

Appearance: Sky blue eyes that are usually bright with wonder and positivity. Short, frizzy red hair that she usually just leaves alone, and constantly loses her writing quills in there. pale skin with large, splotchy freckles. always wearing large, baggy robes, usually dark blue (sometimes olive green)- said robes are usually stained with spell ingredients and worn through in spots. Tons of charms and little ingredient jars hanging around her neck and wrists, as well as filling the pockets of her robes. Very tall and scrawny. Always a big smile on her face.

Strengths: very magically intelligent, loves her friends, compassionate, perky and bubbly personality, loves magic (but dreads actually practicing it because it burns her out really fast)

Weaknesses: pushes herself way too hard and puts way too much pressure on herself, crippling fear of failure, very forgetful, desperately needs outside validation, puts all of her worth on her intelligence and magical abilities, afraid of needing and asking for help

Additional Notes: unlabeled queer, burntout gifted kid, ADHD and Autism, loves her friends, totally not a self insert

Story: Fractured Stars Falling series

[bruneburg]

A short story about cats and wizards.

[littlebeetlebro]

*hands my client a vial* here your elixir, young traveler, be careful with it. Hm? oh no it’s not cursed, but I wouldn’t be so hasty to drink it. I put like a whole 4 Loko in there, that shit will have you feeling wicked

[littlebeetlebro]

chaotic wizardry:

spells scribbled...everywhere..

sipping straight from the cauldron

dent in the pondering orb bc that shit hits harder than the staff (trespassers have been warned)

I legally cannot tell you where I get the stuff for my potions

page boy with a gun

thick ass grimoire full of evil incantations

getting fucked up at the tavern every fortnight

what's under the cloak? horrors beyond the likes you've ever seen...also I too have a gun