#necromagicae

[inlovewithdisaster]

so i just wanted to say……i literally woke up today to seeing @twinleaf-royalty and @raysofpokemuse‘s entries in my inbox and oh my god, you guys made my entire day. not only did i wake up to seeing! new people!!! i also woke up to seeing new people. people i had never spoken with before, coming to join my contest--and let me tell you, you don’t know how happy it makes me when this happens because usually, i don’t get a lot of new folks. i love the fact that i can always count on my many loyal friends to be around for my events, and i also love the absolute thrill that a complete stranger was hooked enough by my contest & writing to reach out and give my events a try! and of course, while we’re on the subject of new people, how can i forget @necromagicae, who fOUND ME AND FOLLOWED ME ON LIKE ALL MY BLOGS BECAUSE OF THIS CONTEST? HELLO!!! i’ve been lowkey seeing your muse here and there but never reached out, and i’m so glad we’ve finally met! <3333333333

welcome, all of you. i hope we can share many more events together. ✨

[steefnomuses]

The smell of nature is, by its own rules, the smell of death.

When left alone, everything decays. And by “alone”, I mean it. It is not about those almost-gardens that humans like to travel, as if the well-trodden paths and neat clearings were features of the land itself. No, I talk about real woods, the ones that have evaded the hand of humanity for centuries, nothing to tame them, nothing to civilize them. Here is a broken tree, rotten and covered in fungi; there lies a carcass, slowly being picked apart by ants and worms. It is, after all, part of Nature’s great cycle. From what falls, something will grow; from the unmade, something will be created. It’s almost as if... almost as if...

...as if for Nature, “death” and “life” were nothing but the same medal, in its two opposite gleaming faces, turning and turning forever more one into the other in a crazed, never-ending dance.

But what am I even talking about? You would know all that and more, young Clara, prodigy of the Lorelei family. You would know with the intimacy reserved for love and madness only, one confusing into the other and crafting passion out of it; passion for death, passion for life, passion for the blurred line between the two that you blur ever further with every spell.

And so, if you were to stumble through the woods around Laverre - is it not where you live, after all? - among those centenary trees that seldom have seen human steps on its roots, you would find the spectacle of life and death playing out in a small clearing, choked by vines.

There she is, a girl (?) leaning over a boar, the large beast fell by several deep wounds; in her hands a knife, expertly dancing over the carcass, skinning it with precise motions. She is green of hair and green of eyes, dressed in comfortable fatigues; on her side, a spear is lodged into the ground, blood slowly pooling around it. Three pokéballs adorn her belt; none of their owners seem to be around quite yet.

Her gaze instinctively raises, hard as flint, alien in that soft face. The grip on her knife stiffens, then slackens as her eyes let go of their frozen appearance. A tiny smile.

[virdus]

@necromagicae​ |  Starter Call

        “ Little Girl, you should take caution when climbing so high. ”     Why make it his concern if an Amestrian child stumbled and fell when ascending tall walls? It would have been far easier to remove himself from such trouble  -  but when thinking of the little Xingese girl, a faint worry guided his feet forward.      “ Those soldiers will shoot you the moment they spot you trespassing. ”

[inlovewithdisaster]

@necromagicae​ submitted:

Mun name: Irma Pronouns: she/her Timezone: CST Discord (if I don’t already have it): [redacted]

Character name: Clara Lorelei  Age: about 24 Pronouns: she/her Team: Houndoom, Houndour (x5 or less). Is technically similar to or outright is a pokemon herself (typing is ghost/fairy). What they’re doing: Spectator.  Credentials: None, though she has very quickly ended up being the cause of a few new Kalosian urban legends. Possible plot role: Clara’s personality lends her well to being a sort of jester card. Will she harm? Will she help? Who knows! She’s equally likely to do either depending on how something is presented to her and how caught up she gets in the moment. That said she is a rather reckless youth with a lot of energy, so even her well meaning moments could end up causing trouble for folks on a grander scale.

She is also a necromancer, and while she isn’t quite so reckless as to go around animating dead in the middle of the contest or anything, she does carry skeletons around with her. Literally. There is a disassembled skeleton of a young human in her luggage, along with a rattata skeleton in her messenger bag… and a few other miscellaneous skeletons and bones of both people and pokemon she just kinda lugs around with her. If her bag is ever to be misplaced and someone ends up seeing what’s inside… well… trick-or-treat!

She is also likely to end up getting involved in whatever schemes Bridgette gets up too. Clara has a soft spot for the old girl, the two being good friends and also members of the same coven. Whether Clara will end up reining the old witch in or end up helping her in her schemes is yet to be seen (possibly both, honestly).   

Wishbone, (Clara’s Houndoom) is a bit of a trouble maker though, and when not looking after his young charge he will often pick fights and bully other pokemon he spots alone. Wishbone is also the leader of a pack of wild Houndour (a small portion of which have decided to tag along with Clara) and these dogs are overall troublemakers who are here to Cause Problems and Steal Food. Yes, especially your food. 

TLDR; Clara is just out here to have a Good Time. And is likely to just end up Meddling In Things, so with plotting I’d be more than happy to have her cause trouble either intentionally or not. For either side involved! 

Other: Clara is a necromancer who aims to put the “fun” in “funeral”. She is also a literal fairytale witch evolution of the human race, and despite her young age, has already kickstarted her fair share of local urban legends. She is bubbly, energetic, and extremely optimistic, and while she is ultimately pretty good natured, she is still a mage, and has no actual frame work for how humans think and behave outside of just observing how they act and react to things. Even then her ‘helping’ can at times not be seen that way by humans. Very orange/blue morality this one. 

She will guard her true nature as a mage from others, (and will guard Bri’s existence in turn), that said, unlike Bridgette, Clara is more than happy to interact directly with humans. She does have a transformation item on her however, a large witch’s hat that lets her transform into a Mismagius (neither her typing nor her move set change in this form), and can use it either to sneak into places she shouldn’t be (as plotted or requested), or to hang around wherever Bridgette is if she is in her Murkrow form. 

Due to the high volume of people around, she is not likely to perform any outright necromancy unless it is requested and plotted.

damn, i love the detail! accepted!!!

[selfietake]

               “It looks like he’s taken a bit of a liking to you.”  He chuckles, gesturing with amusement to the Flygon as he circles the girl, head craned as if he seeks her attention in equal parts to expressing his curiosity. “You wouldn’t think it, but he’s actually pretty shy... usually have to coerce him to interact with the kids who come visit the gym an’ stuff.” Walking forward, he rests his hand on the Pokémon’s side, attempting to encourage him. Actions that are at odds with his expression, which turns to a smirk.  “Maybe he can smell berries on you or something, might just be fishing for a treat.”

❰ ❛ re : starter call ◟@necromagicae​​​​ . ❜ ❱

[lovelypillar]

@necromagicae,  ❤ ‘d a lyric sc.

“stopped in to a church I passed along the way.”