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“It is unwise to be in my company when I have a low tolerance for some witches here in the Quarter as of lately. Speak your busniess and be quick...”
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@lostwitch
“It is unwise to be in my company when I have a low tolerance for some witches here in the Quarter as of lately. Speak your busniess and be quick...”
closed RP with @lostwitch
@lostwitch Sophia leaned up against the living space wall of the girl's small apartment, dangling the keys in her hands. "Sorry sweet heart, I don't mean to intrude but I believe you may have something that belongs to me," with that quickly tone of voice, Sophia sprinted towards the young witch in her unnatural speed and threw her hard into the thin layer of unfinished painted drywall.
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Hello followers and others! One of my good friends kinda recently entered the world of tumblr on the side of Roleplay.. If you could all do me a favour and reblog this to help her gain followers so she's able to experience other threads and meeting new people... That would be most wonderful! She's gotta oc character and we all know how hard that can be to gain followers in order to have some awesome threads but seriously if you could all check her blog out or reblog this.. I'd be most thankful and so would she! Bio and description below!! URL >> @lostwitch -Alice Jones (formerly Celia Albright) -age 18 -witch -Appearance: Around 5'6.5", a slim build. Alice has dyed dark brown hair, sometimes appearing to be black. She looks fairly innocent with her dark eyes, until someone or something makes her snap, at which point she looks positively demonic. Alice wears a variety of colours, but refuses to wear any shoes besides converse, often wearing a pair until they fall apart. (This is her one last connection to her previous life, as her mother had always told her that converse were her favourite shoes) -History: Alice's parents originally named her Celia Albright. She was an only child, holding the full attention of her parents as she quickly became one of the most powerful and brightest witches in her coven. She never had any conflicts with her fellow witches, gaining admiration wherever she went with her bright attitude, despite her shaky control of her increasing power. Then one day, not long after her fifteenth birthday, a siphoner witch attempted to take her magic for their own. After that, she changed. She lost her control, sometimes lashing out at people due to her crippling paranoia and fear that someone would try to attack her again. People began to whisper about her, saying that she was insane. The pressure continued to build until she simply could not handle it any longer, hurting innocent people, killing families, even bringing her own parents to the brink of death. When she finally regained control of her magic and mind, she realised what had happened, running away after her sixteenth birthday without leaving a trace. Not even a photograph remained of her, and Celia started her new life as Alice Jones, changing her appearance as much as she was willing to and forever trying to stop her control from slipping and causing her to go on a rampage. Even the slightest trigger could set her off, causing her to have to move multiple times in her two years away from her coven so as to never be caught. She now lives by herself in an apartment, practicing her magic in secret.
Hecate was restocking the shelves when she heard the doorbell ring. It had been a hot, awfully muggy day in New Orleans, and she'd figured no one would come in - a customer was a bit of a surprise. "Can I help you find anything?" She called out, adding the last talisman to the rack. lostwitch
Closed Rp with Lostwitch
lostwitch Hudson smirked as he cupped a witch's cheek, slowly gaining her powers to recharge his own. He was so used to this that he never cared about the fact that stealing so much power from a witch can make them drop dead. "Oh shhh... Don't weep.. You were meant for this.." He whispered to her as her eyes began to shut and blood poured from her nose and eyes. He quickly felt energised with the power and stood up, dropping the witch to the ground. Looking around him he saw the last three witches ha had killed. Suddenly, Hudson could see the shadow of someone run by. "Hey... HEY!" He called out and began to run after her.