• Name: Lucia Felicia Bellecourt. She goes by the second name publicly to avoid confusion with her more famous relative, but prefers to use the first (or variations such as Lucy) with relatives.
• Age: 17
• Gender: Female
• Appearance [+]

  Astonishingly short, topping out at 4’9. She seems happy about it, all things considered, and only slightly put out by being mistaken for someone younger than she is.
  Not that it's hard to get confused: under the fancy dresses, there's barely anything of her, and she's about as out of shape as you can get. Very easy to pick up and run with if something happens, though.
  She has a lot of fancy clothes, but sticks to the (relatively) downplayed black ensemble for labyrinth exploration.
  
• Personality: Shy to a worrying degree, which is why she’s been pushed into the Moon Circle Society, and pretty much hopeless at talking to strangers without support. On the plus side, she’s gradually getting better about this! Even if it's rare for her to make it through an entire conversation without trailing off into awkward silence -- it is, in the end, an ongoing process.
  Beyond the shyness, she really does have an unusually fervent interest in magical theory and the why of how spells work, so it’s not too hard to find something she’s willing to talk about if she's used to you. Or rabbits, she definitely likes rabbits – just not when it comes to talking about eating them, or using them for fur, or… she likes living rabbits.
  Felicia wouldn’t want to go down into a dangerous labyrinth if it was empty, but, but… look at all the unknown magical things there are too learn! It’s worth it, right? If you can learn or do something new magically, it’s worth the risk, in her mind. She has a bad habit of extending this to trying spells or rituals, since it worked out the first time…
  Possibly the one exception to her interest in magical theory is why magic comes more naturally to women, due to those researching such things being quite... aggressive in trying to secure co-operation.
• Abilities: It would be fair to describe Felicia as a generational talent on a raw magical level, with an aptitude for spellcasting and depth of mana that promises great things... if she didn't have about three years of non-theory magical education under her belt and less than two of actively spellcasting.
  In terms of actual abilities, Felicia has learned enough evocation to create a familiar -- and only that much evocation as her one dip into the subject -- and a rudimentary introduction to white magic, specifically in terms of applying physical buffs, casting protective spells, and accelerating existing magical healing. The protections are more broadly useful -- the small girl has displayed a good head for casting targeted, specific defences rather than relying on an overwhelmingly powerful total barrier; the buffs and oddly specific healing are things that she learned exclusively for the benefit of her familiar, although there's always a chance that her fellow witches might make use of them.
• Skills: Felicia generally lacks skills that would be actively useful when exploring a labyrinth or hunting down a magical murderer except for practice at navigating a library in order to research something. She's got an exceptionally solid mundane education and is well versed in high society manners, she's just too poorly socialised to actively apply the latter.
  She can also take care of rabbits, which is not something that's often useful.
• Equipment: While her equipment is as minimal as any witch might expect, nobody is ever going to say that the quality is poor or the end result prioritises form over function: both wand and broom might be slightly more ornate than really warranted for basic gear, it's not ostentatious. They seem to be very well cared for hand-me-downs, from the wear on them.
  Of course, it could be said that Felicia's main equipment is actually her familiar, as a familiar is ultimately a low-grade spirit bound into the body of a living animal to derive both its personality and ultimate form, then substantially sustained by the caster's mana. She would be quite upset at treating her best friend/pet/surrogate big sister like a glorified tool, though.
• Brief Backstory: Felicia was born to a prestigious, well-storied family: her aunt is none other than the current head of the Moon Circle Society, her mother a high-ranking witch with her own reputation, and while her father lacks much in the way of magical education, he too comes from a strongly magical family and instead enjoys a comfortable position amongst the landed gentry. With such a background, it would be expected that she grew up under the weight of expectation, or pushed to magical excellence... save for the minor quirk of being born, so far as anyone else was concerned, a boy and positioned to inherit from her father and follow him into a life of occasional management and social pursuits. There was still a slight disappointment that her mother didn't have an heir, but there was always the next time...
  Quite obviously, Felicia didn't take after her father at all, and attached herself at the hip to her mother instead, spending far too much of her childhood surrounded by magic as a consequence and freely looking through resources that were generally only of use to those with magical training: theory texts, research, and such. Amongst her peers, Felicia never really fit in -- not a future witch like those she saw most often, but lacking anything she held in common with the boys.
  The young girl's closest friend ended up being a rabbit that was destined for some magical ritual or another, the huge, docile bunny being something that she fell in love with at first sight, and something that her parents didn't have the heart to deny given it was at least something to keep her company. The problem she eventually faced was that Juliet was hardly a baby even then and was only growing older. There was magic that could directly address it, no doubt -- her aunt, for one, was centuries old without ageing a day in the meantime -- and perhaps even something available without the magic yourself... which nobody would buy for a pet rabbit, no matter how indulgent. Even if her pedigree granted Felicia some guarantee of magical skill, replicating such a feat was definitely beyond her. But a familiar... familiars were common in all sorts of theory texts, particularly for their use in multi-caster setups, and she knew enough of the details to know it would be a solution. She just had to sneak into areas actually restricted to her, get the books, get the components...
  Juliet's continued existence attests to Felicia's success, but she got in a lot of trouble -- including from her new familiar -- for not just doing magic without telling anyone, but doing something as risky as spirit summoning. That was the only time Felicia had really acted out, however, and given her lack of friends, she wasn't punished in a way that would have deprived her of Juliet.
  Adolescence started badly. Very badly, particularly with increased expectations for proper behaviour, going from just shy to practically agoraphobic and notably more disobedient, for no reason that she could ever clearly articulate to her parents, or even clearly herself. It got to the point that the only person she was actually talking with was, unsurprisingly, Juliet, and even then...
  It was Juliet that went for the drastic approach, picking her creator up and taking the direct route: go to Felicia's aunt and see if she could address whatever was making the girl so miserable. Or at least get it out of her -- while Juliet might have been Felicia's closest confidant, it wasn't quite to the level of hero worship her aunt got.
  Making sense of Felicia's problems wasn't exactly immediate, but at least the solution -- when presented to such a powerful witch -- was relatively so. Certainly quicker than puberty itself had been, although it took quite a while for Felicia to catch up fully on her manners, not to mention a crash course in the magical education she should have received until then, with the extra wrinkle of her own ability to manipulate mana being initially quite unstable. She took her aunt's name in gratitude for her actions, of course.
  Unfortunately, these changes had the downside of both inspiring massive society gossip -- something that still hasn't died down in certain quarters -- about how eager the Bellecourt were for a magical heir to do it this way... and making Felicia a magnet for researchers who wanted to know why men and women have different magical talents. Is it physical? Spiritual? Consensus currently suggests that both play a role, but that only made someone like her all the more appealing...
  Out of concern this would drive Felicia to practically being a recluse again, and still having no friends of a similar age, she was inducted into the Moon Circle Society mostly for the social benefits despite her age and limited skillset -- although Felicia has so far seemed determined to do her best all the same.

• Name: Juliet
• Age: 15, although she looks like an adult and has for the last 7 years. She could also be considered 7 years old, depending how you want to think about it.
• Gender: Female
• Appearance [+]

  At 6'4, Juliet is... tall, to say the least, but perhaps this isn't surprising when her original breed is a Refnian Giant and her rabbit form outsizes some small dogs without really trying.
  Her wardrobe is nothing but variations on the same outfit, tailored perhaps just a little too tight -- at best, with the jacket off, her wiry muscle is easily visible. At worst, she can rip things by flexing too much.
  
  Rabbit version:
  
• Personality: Juliet has an extremely bad case of resting bitch face: the familiar almost always defaults to looking stern and displeased, unless she's actually smiling, but when you get to know her, she's an extremely easy-tempered and approachable girl, serving as a bastion of calmness in all but extreme situations, which is particularly useful when Felicia defaults to jittery and easily unsettled. Of course, like anyone, she has her weak spots. For one, she's scared of dogs, despite them not actually presenting a threat to her now, and will comically try to hide behind Felicia if they have to go near one. Secondly, talking about eating rabbits, or, worse, trying to feed her any, is about as big of a faux pas as you would expect. But the most consistent, of course, is that Juliet is enormously protective of her silly mistress.
  She tries not to be coddling, and is fully on board with all ongoing attempts to make Felicia actually socialise, but actual malice or being too pushy is a good way to get straight onto her bad side. She also doesn't appreciate anything that might make them have to split up, even temporarily.
  Juliet prefers her humanoid body nowadays, but she's happy to go back to being a rabbit where it's needed, or when it's comforting.
• Abilities: Juliet has no specific abilities of her own, per se; she doesn't have anything in the way of spells or independent magic. What she does have is the normal set of familiar talents: she can transform back into her original animal form, without the ravages of age; she can assist Felicia in any rituals that might need a second caster due to absolute mana compatibility; and she has her own slow regenerative ability that her mistress can massively amplify with her magic. She also benefits from exceptional compatibility when it comes to buffing magic – it's essentially no harder for Felicia to cast spells on Juliet than herself, although this is a minor benefit as it isn't that big a challenge.
• Skills: While Felicia was off learning how to be a witch, and even somewhat before that when she was expected to merely learn how to manage money, Juliet was being instructed in how to fight. Protecting her mistress has, after all, been her primary duty for her entire sapient existence. Although she has some limited skill with weapons, once Felicia started to focus on enhancement spells, Juliet's attention turned to using her body as a weapon… mostly her legs, given that she still is a rabbit. Her general alertness and senses are also far above her charge's, and she has no difficulty just picking the girl up and running when needed.
• Equipment: Although Felicia has flirted with having a custom Witch Arm made, magical enhancement has served to be sufficient so far, and any designs are quite literally still on the drawing board. Some practitioners would say that Juliet is the equipment.
• Brief Backstory: See above.
• Note: Exclusively refers to Felicia as 'mistress' in public, or Lucy in private. She never calls her Felicia, even indirectly – the closest would be giving the girl's full name.

• Name: Carina Rodericka
• Age: 23
• Gender: Female
• Appearance: Carina is a tall woman, a little under six foot with a generally imposing demeanor to match, at least until she opens her mouth. She is a lean woman underneath her chosen attire, a mix of armor from her older brother's smithy and more traditional witch's garb beneath the armor. Her blonde hair is usually unkempt, clean but otherwise not kept in any particular style, allowed to come to rest however it sees fit at any given time. The only time this changes is when expecting conflict, where she will tie it back to keep it out of the way. Under the armor, her dress runs down to barely above the floor, wearing rather plain boots that are mostly kept out of sight, finding them better suited for the exploration and adventuring required of her as a newly minted member of the Moon Circle Society.
• Personality: Carina is an incredibly stubborn woman, who's refusal to back down once she has dug her metaphorical heels into the ground has both gotten her this far, and gotten her into trouble in equal measures. Perhaps to spite the expectations put on her, she tends towards being crass and loud, though friendly enough towards people who haven't gotten on her bad side yet, having little patience or interest in being coy or subtle. She approaches everything in life with that same loud, stubborn energy she keeps up in her life, keeping it up as a proofed armor against the world. She wants nothing to do with the nobility of her family lineage, and gets defensive whenever it is brought up in any sort of light, good or ill, preferring to stand on her own accomplishments and capabilities over even acknowledging the stronger place she started from thanks to having come from more noble birth.
  
  Carina has an intense drive to improve herself, something that is often overlooked due to her general demeanor, and she often times spends every waking moment driving herself in her chosen fields of study and practice. She can get frustrated with herself rather quickly when she can't figure something out, becoming slowly more obsessed with figuring out what she is struggling with, which can create a feedback loop of obsession given her normal stubborn pride. Still, it is a matter of pride in what she chooses to do, something she will never apologize for, assuming you could convince her to even begin to apologize for anything to begin with.
• Abilities: Carina uses a mixture of White and Black Magic, having almost actively shown a disinterest in all things related to the realm of Evocation.
  
  Her White Magic is almost exclusively in the realm of barriers and protection, knowing a basic single action healing spell or two for emergencies. Mend and Cure being the two that most obviously come to mind, Mend closing wounds and staunching bleeding while Cure can deal with natural toxins and the like, though magical afflictions are beyond the capabilities of either spell. Of more impressive note is her barrier spells, being a mix of Double-Action and Triple-Action spells, though (uniquely to her as far as she is concerned) most of the first actions in her spells involve varying stances with her inherited sword, usually some form of guard or parry, while the second action being to incant the spell in question. She is continuing to practice and improve on the effectiveness of her barriers, currently having to choose between what she was guarding against (Magic, mundane, ranged, melee, ect ect) meaning it takes a lot of fast thinking during a fight.
  
  When it comes to Black Magic, she focuses on debilitating anyone she is targeting with her magic, and has begun dabbling in direct curses. Unlike the stance mixing of her White Magic, her Black Magic is reliant on more conventional casting, using her wand in her off hand to go through the formal motions. As such, she tends to either open an encounter with one of these, or when she has a chance to weave them in between foes. Currently, debilitation is limited to the physical (reduced strength, agility, and the like), though each spell currently only focuses on one aspect of her opponent's abilities.
• Skills: Carina is fairly well trained as far as a novice Witch is concerned, at least for mundane life. She was expected to follow in the line of professional soldiers, and was raised and trained with that idea in mind. She is a competent swordswoman, though once she discovered her magical talents she has not pursued dedicated swordplay nearly as consistently as her family might have preferred. Still, she retains a level of swordplay that few could be ashamed of, though her preference for her particular Witch Arm has forced her to forgo effective thrusting attacks.
  
  Beyond combat, Carina is a fairly competent chef, knowing how to make even fairly bland and unappealing meals at least palatable without the use of magic. She enjoys cooking more than she cares to let on, if stuck traveling for long durations she will often take to preparing enough food for the group she is traveling with. Recognizing what is safe to eat and what isn't comes with the skillset, though she has no particular skill in tracking and hunting, she can safely direct someone who does have such skills to ensure that any group she is with beyond safe walls at least eats better than one might think.
  
  Carina has also learned a variety of gambling games, be it with cards, dice, or other forms of games of chance. She finds it a good way to unwind and pass the time, even if nothing of value is wagered, seeing how someone handles a game of chance is a good way to learn about them as far as she thinks. She has a preference for dice games, though her older brother made sure she knew the various games of chance she might come across. She enjoys teaching other witches the same games, especially when they have no idea how to actually know when to hold, when to fold, and when to bluff.
• Equipment: Most of Carina's person belongings can be carried with her on broomstick at any time, though the most standout items are her armored clothing and her Witch Arm. Her deep black dress was reinforced with armor that her older brother made for her, using a dark steel to give her as much protection as he could without slowing her down or impeding her ability to use magic, and while she was offered a helmet, she chose to go with a more stereotypical witch's wide brimmed hat. She also owns her wand and broomstick, both things with pragmatic, sturdy designs over more elegant or fanciful ones, things that could take a sharp drop or knock without breaking.
  
  Silverlight - A Witch Arm made out of the family heirloom sword, and Carina's pride and joy of a weapon. Originally based on the heavy executioner's sword of her family, Silverlight has had its edge tempered with the namesake silver, while being reforged has imbued the the blade with the ability to retain immense levels of mana. Carina has discovered two uses of the Witch Arm currently, both requiring channeling intense amounts of mana into the blade to manifest. The first allows her to strike foes from a distance, though rather than manifesting as beams of energy, the manifested mana simply 'extends' the effective length of the cut, a phantom afterimage betraying the true reach of each swing. The second use requires time to channel and focus, pouring risky levels of mana into the blade, charging a single stroke of catastrophic levels of destruction, at least in theory. The amount of time it currently takes to charge, plus the current limits on how much mana Carina can actually pour into the weapon, limits its power but she has yet to find the Witch Arm's limit on either effect.
• Brief Backstory: Carina Rodericka, of the minor noble house Rodericka, has had family going back generations in Lumiere, and have been staunch detractors of the Moon Circle Society in their notable history, championing that faith, steel, and steam could accomplish anything a Witch could, without the dangers and risks of another Witch of Calamity rising up. They maintained that having to rely on a Witch to stop one was only asking for trouble, and put their effort into avenues and efforts that would empower those without magic, or at least those who could not challenge a Witch, while resisting having to rely on them whenever possible. Carina was the second of three current children in House Rodericka, her older brother Maximilian several years older, and a journeyman smith that dabbles in the modern steps of technology. Her younger sister, Cynthia, is a few years younger, and seems interested in medicine more so than anything else, in no small part due to her weak health.
  
  Carina, much to the immense fury of her father, had an innate knack for magic and channeling mana. The Moon Circle Society had originally approached her father when she first manifested her magical aptitude in public, purely on accident after a heated argument, but was swiftly rebuked. Count Rodericka was not going to let anyone of his lineage serve in the Moon Circle if he had a say in the matter, and made sure that Carina was drilled and trained to take after her grandfather, a skilled professional soldier who had recently passed away, having spent many years in the military. Upon her eighteenth birthday, she was offered a choice among several military and law enforcement academies, which she refused all of. While her father was unaware, Carina had been in secret talks with sympathetic witches in the Moon Circle, and upon her birthday received a formal invitation that did not require her father's approval, as she was considered an adult now.
  
  While both her siblings were happy for Carina, who had shown repeated interests in magic and had been forced to suppress it while in her father's sight, it was only through the combined efforts of the rest of the family that she was not disowned outright then and there. Maximilian had been forging her armor in his off time, as well as working with the Moon Circle to have the sword she was given as inheritance made into a Witch Arm. Her younger sister had already been documenting any necessary physical conditions and well being to allow the formal invitation to the Moon Circle Society, under the guise of training for her own medical career. Count Rodericka had little recourse in the matter, and while not formally cast out, the two were no longer on speaking terms.
  
  Carina would spend the next several years getting caught up on everything she had missed, the absolute basics that would have been covered when she was younger, while blending what she had been forced to learn into something useful. She was fascinated by the exploration of Notte's Labyrinth, the idea of exploration and adventure capturing her imagination rather intensely. She had rough patches during her training, often times disagreeing with some instructors but proving to be a capable Witch in training. Eventually she would be able to start properly heading out and assisting with the duties and responsibilities expected of a Witch, something she thought was long overdue but glad to finally see happen.

• Name:
  Cordelia Rowena Riswell
• Age:
  19
• Gender:
  Female
• Appearance:
  With locks of scarlet red hair, standing at six feet tall and dressed in what can be considered somewhat outlandishly risqué and perhaps revealing clothing for the times, Cordelia stands out in a crowd among her peers. Just the way she likes it. After all, a witch is someone who can defy and not conform with such societal norms that are clearly beneath them. Cordelia thusly, dresses and appears exactly as she believes all witches should. Confident, arrogant, and without consideration for others.
  
  Her dress normally consists of a single rather tight fitting black dress that ends just at her thighs. This is complemented with knee high boots and nothing much else on her legs - or for the rest of her body, for that matter save for her an extremely comfortable poofy and warm looking white jacket draped loosely over her shoulders. And her witch hat, of course. Do be careful if you touch the jacket not to disturb the snakes sleep. She bites.
• Personality:
  Confident and arrogant, but not egotistical to the point of believing everyone beneath her. Rather, she considers herself to be above even such trivial power trips and holds no illusion of that she's still young and has a lot of room for growth herself. She simply believes that if she wants to do something, she will, regardless of how difficult it is or what it is that needs to be done. There is no doubt, no second guessing herself. If she doesn't succeed the first time, then she simply has to try again. No complaining, no bitching, no doubting. This however, hides a certain quirk of hers that she has trouble getting out of the mindset of.
  
  People are difficult. People are annoying. They are hard to understand with all their complicated emotions. A contracted spirit wont. They want something, and she wants something. A mutual contract between such entities is easy to understand and reciprocate. She gives them something, they help. This contractual relationship bleeds over into most of her relationships with other people, even if she treats most others in an outwardly friendly and casual manner. This can lead to some amount of indecision and difficulties picking up on normal human interactions where she will sometimes choose willful ignorance or simply choose not to involve herself.
• Abilities:
  Cordelia's abilities lean entirely into the realm of evocation, forgoing black and white magics except the barest of the fundamentals that all witches are taught. She was taught this for a number of reasons, but mostly it was the only magic she really had access too as she was not from some prestigious or well known family. Just herself, her mother, and her grandfathers spell book which describes in great detail a number of powerful or helpful spirits one may encounter or contract. As of now, she has only contracted two from this book, as the thing was written in code.
  
  
  Book of summons [+]

  Mirai, Princess of the Thundering Heavens [+]

  
  Mirai, Princess of the Thundering Heavens
  A rather...difficult creature by the name of Mirai. A white colored serpent which typically hangs around Cordelia's shoulders, neck, and...chest area, for reasons, and the only spirit she's contracted that wasn't in her grandfathers book. An irreverent and teasing creature, it likes to poke fun, annoy, and generally be an absolute menace to anyone around them, Cordelia included. Generally though, shes useless and can't fight in this form as its little more than a fragment of her body she uses to be with Cordelia.
  
  Mirai is Cordelia's main method of fighting. By invoking the spirits full name and offering her body as her vessel, Mirai is able to manifest part of her actual body and her authority as a spirit of the heavens. Her primary ability is that of electrical generation and using it to fight in accordance with guidance from Cordelia via constant motions.
  
  Rarely, Mirai appears in a more humanoid form. That of a little girl standing just about four foot six. If she does show up like this, she still likes to drape herself over Cordelia's shoulders resulting in constant piggybacks. Cordelia only finds this slightly annoying.

  
  

  Anaximenes [+]

  Anaximenes, or Ana, as its name is often shortened too despite its great insistence on having its full name used, is a small four legged avian creature that looks like...well, if a someone slapped wings on a cat and gave it the head and tail of a bird. Being the size of a housecat he is much less intimidating than one might think from his name. He was the first creature Cordelia summoned from her grandfathers book and made a contract with. Despite his blustering and arrogant attitude, the small bird like creature is the least difficult to work with.
  
  Sometimes he comments he was a huge deal back in the day, but as of now he's just used for Recon and surveillance by Cordelia. Despite his small size he does have control over the winds and can cover most of the city very quickly, and with extremely keen vision he is quite good at tracking. Summoning him is quite simple. Offer an appropriate source of food after or before the deed is complete and clean his feathers and fur.

  
  

  Ceinrith [+]

  This creature, unlike the other two is surprisingly mellow and easy to work with. It has no fancy titles and is just fine only being called by its name. It speaks in a kind, but wizend and neutral tone. Cordelia has never seen its true form, nor what it actually looks like. It was quite eager to make a contract with her, even if the price was rather annoying to pay. It was the second creature she contracted from her grandfathers book.
  
  Ceinrith's abilities seem to be that of some sort of plant based forest nymph, fairy, or similar creature. When summoned, it rapidly causes roots, branches, plants, vines, you name it to grow at an accelerated rate. With direction from Cordelia, they are able to bind and restrain foes. If there is no plant matter or ground to pull from, vines instead grow from Cordelia's hat. What does Ceinrith ask for in return, for its service?
  
  Blood. Either that of Cordelia's or whatever it is she's restraining. It has made the comment to her, that it must feed its own garden and flowers...
• Skills:
  Outside of her magical practices, Cordelia has mostly taken an interest in the more mundane fields of song and music, and the more supernatural fields of demonology and magical beasts. Comes with the territory of primarily focusing on evocation.
  
  In the former category, if she wasn't a witch she'd probably be a singer somewhere. She sometimes still does, if she finds herself in one of her frequented many upscale or sleazier establishments that need someone to entertain. The dancing though, that was entirely at the behest of Mirai, who as using her body as a vessel needs extremely fluid, precise, and rhythmic movements to be able to channel and use her properly. Definitely not just because the snake likes watching her.
  
  In the latter category, well, it sort of comes with the territory. Knowing what kind of creature she's dealing with can often help forming contracts and not being caught off guard by something such as making a bad deal or if she has to do something specific to get a certain entities attention.
• Equipment:
  Aside from the basic wand and standard broom, Cordelia always carries around her grandfathers book with her. Her hat, while not needed most of the time can also be used to allow her spirits to be summoned if they need specific areas to, like with Ceinrith's vines.
• Brief Backstory:

Talulah Fourier

19 | Female

Talulah is on the shorter and smaller end, with a lithe figure measuring only a finger over five feet tall without her witch’s hat. Her wavy dark black hair is done up in twintails, with a monocle on her smug mug.

Despite her personality, she dresses somewhat traditionally as a witch in all black, with long black robes, big black witch’s hat, matching shoes, and not much else. She makes up the variety with alterations to her neckline and collar—a white collared shirt and colorful tie might peek out of her robes one day, complete absence another; or then something high collared another day.

Arrogant and smug, with a flair for the dramatic, but with the sort of subdued self-awareness that has come from being humbled and tempered by actual experience. Quite a bit different from the grating conceit her peers might have remembered her from her academy days, Talulah is a witch that has a good measure of herself and where she stands, often surprising her old classmates with her newfound relative maturity since returning to Refne from her foreign expeditions.

Cooperative although slightly crabby at times, Talulah is a hard worker where she wasn’t before, pushing her boundaries for both self-improvement and research. Sometimes her laziness still shines through, especially when it comes to taking shortcuts. For her own amusement, she pushes boundaries socially too, though not always in the best way, sometimes straddling the line between infuriating and personable. It often ends in her finding a bird wing thwumping into her face for her efforts.

These days she vacillates between smug and flustered depending on the circumstance.

She has rarely strayed from her interest for new places and the old and unknown, going far and wide for these experiences. She has also always been a speed junkie. Fly fast, and she’ll never turn down a race.

Talulah has a well-rounded education from a prestigious magic school, with the knowledge of a graduate of all three categories of magic. White magic by far is her weaker point, using enhancements to aid her other magic. Her evocation is not much better beyond the baseline, although she puts in the work to stay fresh in the field in support of her birds. The majority of Talulah’s beyond the book repertoire is in black magic, mainly in offensive magic with a secondary specialty in cursebreaking— not too surprising, given Talulah’s reputation as a curse magnet.

Her black magic is varied, but not particularly notable in strength—her main niche is speed, efficiency, and accuracy in all respects. She likes targeting and homing spells—both for herself and to augment companions. One of her main spells allows her to instantly swap with Trifoliata, and in general most of her spells lend well to scouting, following up with a rapid saturating response and an equally fast retreat.

She is a great, if somewhat reckless flyer. Although she doesn’t have a direct affinity for general research, Talulah is talented at appraising the function of magic artifacts and the value of general antiques on the fly, well enough that she had considered at point opening up a shop just for them before dismissing the idea.

Outside of strictly magical matters, Talulah is a falconer. It wasn’t something she grew up with, but something she had to quickly learn once she began working with Trifoliata and other birds but she’s taken an affinity towards both training non-sapient birds and hunting.

Talulah’s monocle is a piece made from a recovered artifact, with its optics acting as a mage arm of sorts that helps her target, track, and augment her abilities to home in on targets for her spells with a very high accuracy.

Her wand, while standard equipment for a witch is high quality and robust, but it’s her broom that stands out, being race-built, with a customized handle and smooth varnished wood.

Talulah is from an old, well-established magical family in Refne. The name Fourier was prominent in the early years of the establishment of the Moon Circle Society, but over the centuries the house has declined in size and grandeur to just being one of the many notable families in the society, though just one with a storied background.

As such, the black-haired witch grew up surrounded by magic. She had the best magical toys, the newest brooms and wands, and a good education, attending one of the more prominent and prestigious magical schools in Lumiere. Talulah had a divisive reputation there; she had been a student with good grades and ideas, but with an ego to match and far too much arrogance for her own good.

She carried this attitude with her past graduation. She always had a bit of wanderlust, and she soon found herself attached to expeditions that took her far beyond the borders of Refne, to sandy lands across an entire ocean with ancient tombs and buried labyrinths of their own. Carrying herself with all the bombast of a new academy graduate, she quickly proceeded to alienate herself from all her colleagues, fell in well over her head in increasingly dire gauntlets of ruins, and sprung just about every curse trap that existed in that wind-swept land. She probably spent more time out of commission with cursebreakers going over her body than not. Her luck was that bad.

It took her a full year of this for her to fully eat her humble pie. A brush with death in a half-buried house, silenced by a very unluckily triggered cursed plate, and left high and dry after a particularly violent sandstorm finally made her shape up. Talulah had been led to safety by an unusually curious and attached falcon. It stuck around, but it too wouldn’t give the poor witch a break. It would fly with her when she scouted out ruins from the sky, and to her consternation, constantly kept beating her when she raced it.

She could never catch a break.

Eventually, she named her Trifoliata.

Despite being bullied by the bird, Talulah began working with her, making Trifoliata her familiar and actually learning some semblance of teamwork. She even got back into the good graces of some of her colleagues, although even with finally some support, Talulah still seemed to be a curse magnet whatever she tried.

It was a particularly bad curse that brought her back home to Refne to rest and recuperate.

Trifoliata [+]

Trifoliata is a brown falcon. Her thoughts and human form made manifest by Talulah, she is a bird that thrives on schadenfreude. She’s a grinning, teasing creature, usually friendly but not always helpful. She keeps Talulah in check when the witch strays too far from the path. In her bird form, she roosts on her shoulder or head. Talulah’s also nicknamed her Trifle, but she usually gets a wing to the face each time she calls her that. Talulah does it anyway.

She mostly stays as a bird, and is primarily Talulah’s support in that form, helping her scout ahead, communicating with her in real time. She can coordinate other non-sapient birds into cooperating, carry objects as a courier or as a payload, and is nasty with her talons, but generally stays out of harm’s way unless Talulah can immediately swap in for her.

In her human form, she stands nearly a foot taller than Talulah and mostly exists to gorge on food. She can act as an assistant, but doesn’t very often.