Easy, no. But possible. Because this is my territory. Spells, Hocus Pocus, demons. It's meat and drink to me.
Hello, everyone! I’m Zatanna Zatara. stage magician by trade, real magician by blood. My father, Giovanni Zatara, was one of the greatest sorcerers in history, and I’ve inherited his gift. I cast spells by speaking backward, and trust me, that’s just the beginning. Whether it’s saving the world or putting on a show, magic is what I do best!
About me:
Age: in her early 30’s (birthday: may 20)
Height: 5’7”
She/her
Apprentice -> @thatmagicbunny
Likes:
Magic and performing , reading (you’ll most likely find me with a book in my hand) , making new friends , baking and still trying to find new hobbies
Dislikes:
Being underestimated, dishonesty, selfishness, chewing with their mouth open (pet peeve) , smoking
Rules:
This isn’t my main account, it’s just a side blog for rp and having fun. (Main account -> @chickendidi ) and I am 21 so I’m not going to interact with people under 18 if nsfw takes place. (If a thread leads to nsfw then we could continue it on DMs)
mun is she/her
Time zone is GMT +3
Dms are open if you wanna rp there. If you have a plot in mind I would love to hear about it! but if you don’t it’s okay, I could come up with one also. Before we get to rp I would like to know your likes/dislikes to see how the rp could go further.
Asks are open too
If there’s any more questions feel free to let me know!
Wyvern stepped through a portal that closed behind him and greeted "Hey, how are you?" Then sounded a bit concerned and pointed to something Zatanna was doing. "Uh, do you need help with that?"
“I’m good, just working on a reversal spell.” She traced another glowing symbol into the air. “It’s delicate. Time magic likes to hold grudges.”
She smiled despite herself. “Dick’s being a good sport… mostly. Every few minutes he reminds me he’s a grown man. The universe keeps disagreeing. So yeah” she admitted. “I’d appreciate another pair of hands.”
hey b, i got deaged, could you call zatanna? i dunno if my comms just aren't going through or she's like off planet and you probably know more than i do about that if she is.
(dick strolls in, but is visibly struggling with keeping the pant legs of his suit bunched up around his legs so he can walk.)
-- @supermans-fave-vigilante
De-aged? How did you get de-aged?
I'll call her in, but I need you to tell me what happened.
// ooc: id tag a zatanna rp blog but most are inactive and the rest are strictly mdni im so sorry
It's inconvenient, yes. I've managed to get ahold of Zatanna. She could sort this out.
His expression grew slightly fond as he looked down at Dick. It felt like it was just yesterday when Dick was a little boy swinging off from his, mind you, very expensive, chandeliers.
A shimmer of blue and white sparks curls through the room as a playing card drifts lazily to the floor. Zatanna steps through the fading magic circle glancing from Bruce to Dick. One brow lifts. “Well… that’s one way to revisit your parenting years.”
She laughs softly, crouching to meet him at eye level. “Well hello there tiny wonder.” A warm glow gathers in her palm as she begins examining the spell. “Don’t move. I’m about to have a very stern conversation with this enchantment.”
Zatanna’s smile softens into an apologetic one. “Oh I know. That’s why I’m talking to the twenty seven year old and not pinching your cheeks.” She traces a glowing sigil through the air, watching it flicker… then sputter out with an annoyed click of her tongue. “…Well. That’s rude.”
She studies the lingering magic a little more closely. “This isn’t a simple reversal spell. Someone wove anchors into it.” She sighs, though she doesn’t sound worried. “I can undo it… just not standing in bruce’s foyer. Give me a little time, a proper workspace and a few books I haven’t had to open in years.”
She smiles reassuringly. “In the meantime, no heroic acrobatics. You’re grounded by magical decree.”
grounded!? i'm a grown adult! i can do everything i could before this!
(as if the universe itself was determined to prove him wrong, dick ended up smacking himself with his oversized sleeves when he threw up his arms exasperatedly.)
Zatanna presses her lips together, trying to keep a straight face… until the sleeves win. A laugh escapes before she can stop it. “Mmhm. Terrifyingly independent.”
She gives him a fond smile. “All right, bird boy. I’m off to raid my library- and probably my father’s notes. If there’s a way to unravel this, I’ll find it.” A swirl of blue sparks gathers around her. “I’ll be back before you know it.”
hey b, i got deaged, could you call zatanna? i dunno if my comms just aren't going through or she's like off planet and you probably know more than i do about that if she is.
(dick strolls in, but is visibly struggling with keeping the pant legs of his suit bunched up around his legs so he can walk.)
-- @supermans-fave-vigilante
De-aged? How did you get de-aged?
I'll call her in, but I need you to tell me what happened.
// ooc: id tag a zatanna rp blog but most are inactive and the rest are strictly mdni im so sorry
It's inconvenient, yes. I've managed to get ahold of Zatanna. She could sort this out.
His expression grew slightly fond as he looked down at Dick. It felt like it was just yesterday when Dick was a little boy swinging off from his, mind you, very expensive, chandeliers.
A shimmer of blue and white sparks curls through the room as a playing card drifts lazily to the floor. Zatanna steps through the fading magic circle glancing from Bruce to Dick. One brow lifts. “Well… that’s one way to revisit your parenting years.”
She laughs softly, crouching to meet him at eye level. “Well hello there tiny wonder.” A warm glow gathers in her palm as she begins examining the spell. “Don’t move. I’m about to have a very stern conversation with this enchantment.”
Zatanna’s smile softens into an apologetic one. “Oh I know. That’s why I’m talking to the twenty seven year old and not pinching your cheeks.” She traces a glowing sigil through the air, watching it flicker… then sputter out with an annoyed click of her tongue. “…Well. That’s rude.”
She studies the lingering magic a little more closely. “This isn’t a simple reversal spell. Someone wove anchors into it.” She sighs, though she doesn’t sound worried. “I can undo it… just not standing in bruce’s foyer. Give me a little time, a proper workspace and a few books I haven’t had to open in years.”
She smiles reassuringly. “In the meantime, no heroic acrobatics. You’re grounded by magical decree.”
hey b, i got deaged, could you call zatanna? i dunno if my comms just aren't going through or she's like off planet and you probably know more than i do about that if she is.
(dick strolls in, but is visibly struggling with keeping the pant legs of his suit bunched up around his legs so he can walk.)
-- @supermans-fave-vigilante
De-aged? How did you get de-aged?
I'll call her in, but I need you to tell me what happened.
// ooc: id tag a zatanna rp blog but most are inactive and the rest are strictly mdni im so sorry
It's inconvenient, yes. I've managed to get ahold of Zatanna. She could sort this out.
His expression grew slightly fond as he looked down at Dick. It felt like it was just yesterday when Dick was a little boy swinging off from his, mind you, very expensive, chandeliers.
A shimmer of blue and white sparks curls through the room as a playing card drifts lazily to the floor. Zatanna steps through the fading magic circle glancing from Bruce to Dick. One brow lifts. “Well… that’s one way to revisit your parenting years.”
She laughs softly, crouching to meet him at eye level. “Well hello there tiny wonder.” A warm glow gathers in her palm as she begins examining the spell. “Don’t move. I’m about to have a very stern conversation with this enchantment.”
hey b, i got deaged, could you call zatanna? i dunno if my comms just aren't going through or she's like off planet and you probably know more than i do about that if she is.
(dick strolls in, but is visibly struggling with keeping the pant legs of his suit bunched up around his legs so he can walk.)
-- @supermans-fave-vigilante
De-aged? How did you get de-aged?
I'll call her in, but I need you to tell me what happened.
// ooc: id tag a zatanna rp blog but most are inactive and the rest are strictly mdni im so sorry
It's inconvenient, yes. I've managed to get ahold of Zatanna. She could sort this out.
His expression grew slightly fond as he looked down at Dick. It felt like it was just yesterday when Dick was a little boy swinging off from his, mind you, very expensive, chandeliers.
A shimmer of blue and white sparks curls through the room as a playing card drifts lazily to the floor. Zatanna steps through the fading magic circle glancing from Bruce to Dick. One brow lifts. “Well… that’s one way to revisit your parenting years.”
The stage. Funny, isn’t it? People think performing would be the stressful part. For me it’s where the world finally makes sense for a little while.
But also music helps. Jazz and an old vinyl, a little dancing around my apartment when no one’s watching. It’s hard to stay tangled up in worry when the room has a good rhythm.
🔥 spicy lemonade – what makes them snap or lose their temper?
I’m a performer. I know how to smile through a bad audience or a broken prop or even the occasional demon invasion. But threaten a someone who can’t defend themselves or someone I care about, and you’ll discover my disappearing act only works on my patience.
Tea with honey. Soup if someone will let me fuss over them. Plenty of rest. Magic can ease symptoms but it isn’t a substitute for taking care of yourself.
Besides, chicken soup has been defeating curses of the common cold for centuries.
Imagine carrying enough contingency plans to prepare for the apocalypse… and still forgetting to smile. That’s Batman. Brilliant, stubborn and one of the best friends you could ever have.
He’s also a little too fond of brooding but every team needs someone who packs enough spare grappling hooks for everyone else’s bad decisions. I wouldn’t trade him for the world.