Height: 5" 4'
Weight: 50kg
Eye Color: Amber brown
Hair Length/Texture: Long wavy down to her butt
Hair Color: Warm chesnut brown
Skin Color: Light olive coloured

Facial details(freckles, moles, etc): A freckle at the corner of her left eye
Distinguishing features: None
Clothing Preferences:
- Wears a ton of light blue.
- Often wearing crop tops and full skirts that she can twirl in when she spins.
- Amira loves anything romantic and dreamy.
- She also wears a lot of gold jewellery, including bangles, earrings, necklaces and headpieces.


Willingness toward friends(1-5): 5
Willingness toward romance(1-5): 6

Likes:
- Romance stories
- Her older brother, Farim
- Jewelry and Gems
- The colour blue
- Dancing
- Water (Rain, ponds, pools, the ocean, etc.)

Dislikes:
- Dream crushing
- Being brought back to reality
- The thought of being married off to a stranger

Sexuality: She thinks hetrosexual but she really has never thought of any other options before

Hobbies:
- Dancing
- Reading romance stories
- Daydreaming
- Gossiping with the maids

Main Ambition: To marry her one true love and make her father proud

Personality Summary:
A daydreamer and romance obsessed, Amira is naive and delusional about what her future will look like. She is the kind of girl who walks around with her head in the clouds and not realise what is actually happening around her.


To say Amira grew up comfortably would be an understatement. She was spoiled since day one and has never known real hardships. She has never wanted for anything, well that is not entirely true. She has wanted for one thing, love. She never knew her father and her mother was not close, leaving her to a nanny and maids. She grew up well taken care of but not exactly a life filled with love.

She tried not let her bother her, instead she dived into her dancing lessons. When those were not enough, there were books. The fantasy worlds filled with excitement, adventure and most importantly romance had captured her heart. Now she just wishes she could find something similar in her day-to-day life.

What Kingdom are you from, and what town were you born in?: Amysdet within Aidasht

Current occupation: Princess

Any past occupations?: No

Relatives:
- Her older brother, Farim Hafiz Kadir
- Her mother, Aisha Khouri
- Her father, Grand Vizier Hafiz Kadir
- Her uncle, Sultan Raif Kadir
- The rest of the Shehzade and Shehzadi

Skills:
- Dancing (Styles: Raqs sharqi and Dabke)
- Hearing things she shouldn't have heard
- Basic etiquette

History Summary:
Amira has grown up away from her father and the palace, instead brought up my her mother in a far away grand estate near the ocean. She never knew why her father had not wanted her close, or why her mother was so cold to her. At first she tried to reach out to them, her arms outstretched towards her mother in hopes for a warm embrace but the older she got the more she found the warmth in other places.

Her books were her escape from this cold world, where she could wind up in exciting adventures or feel the love of another. Her dance an outlet for her excitement and creativity, as well as a way to earn praise. She went even went so far to be a little rebellious and learn Dabke as well.

Overall, she didn't have a bad life. It wasn't like she was abused or starving but she did feel lacking. Leaving her now a young lady who yearns for more.

Height: 5'10
Weight: 178
Eye Color: Grayish green
Hair Length/Texture: Straight, about neck length, and covers his eyes if not parted.
Hair Color: Ochre brown
Skin Color: Fair
Facial details(freckles, moles, etc): Flawless save for the beauty mark underneath his right eye.
Distinguishing features: A lean, yet muscular body. The majority of his back is covered in one massive scar that looked like most of the skin of his back was shredded and peeled at some point. He also has a scar on his stomach.
Clothing Preferences:
Prefers earthy, warmer colors than bright and loud. In private he often wears baggy sweaters and loose clothes in general. When working as a tutor or as a teacher's assistant he dons a more formal, academic appropriate attire though he wears morning coat instead of a frock coat.



Willingness toward friends(3): A small circle of people of who he can really trust is better than a web of acquaintances.
Willingness toward romance(3): As much as he does not want to admit it, he does long for someone's touch that doesn't cause him to recoil.

Likes:
Smoking
Dancing, ballet specifically
Magic
Sweets
Reading
History, academics in general
Music

Dislikes:
Witch Hunters
Slavers
Pompousness
People touching him without his permission
People who fold a page's corners instead of using a bookmark
Laziness

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Hobbies:
Ballet
Studying
Listening to music
Reading

Main Ambition: To live his life peacefully and make his adopted family proud.

Personality Summary:

Nolan presents himself as cold, aloof, and collected with a tongue that is sharper than any blade and no sense for nonsense. He is a guarded and distrusting person, always looking for some sort of angle that they may be working from. Some may say that he is perhaps a bit too proud, and some may say that he is even uncaring though that is because they are only looking at the surface.

Those that truly know Nolan is that beneath that exterior know he is gentle, kind, and thoughtful. That he is compassionate towards others and self-sacrificing even when he knows it'll only hurt him. They know that he is just a lonely and scared boy battling with his lifelong grief and heartbreak, afraid to let others in lest he be hurt again.

Nolan does his best to present himself as a gentleman, but there are times when Nolan's past as a street urchin bubble up and he speaks in a way that could only be described as crude and uncouth. There are times when he would rather punch his problems into submission rather than talk them out, but he is an Edwards and he must show restraint for the sake of the family name.

He is nervous whenever women are around him, anxious. Should a woman try to touch him he will instantly flinch out of habit and will put space between them and himself.



What Kingdom are you from, and what town were you born in?: Varian, Kolonivka

Current occupation: Adopted son of Duke Edwards, Sorian University professor's assistant/private tutor

Any past occupations?: Slave, pit fighter

Relatives:

Skills:
Hand-to-hand combat: You either learn to fight, or you die in the pit.
Ballet: Nolan is actually a skilled dancer and could have become a professional.
Font of knowledge
Magic
Pickpocketing

History Summary:

In another life he was Nolan Waltz, the son of wealthy Varian merchants. In that life he was a happy, brilliant boy with two loving parents and not a single care with a promising future though it was snuffed out when he was nine years old. His parents personally went on a business trip to settle a deal when an avalanche tore through the mountain side and swept them away. Their bodies were never found.

Nolan was to be sent to live with his aunt and uncle though a grieving child is volatile thing; unexpected outbursts are bound to happen though none could have prepared them for him. Ashes blacker than any night flecked with sparks of crimson and gold poured out of his mouth, swirling and dancing in his despair. To the horror of his aunt and uncle, Nolan was not just a mage, but a Witch Blood. Unbeknownst to them, his mother had teaching him magecraft to help him control his budding powers though his aunt and uncle failed to see a boy in need, but a stain upon their family.

Fearing the stigma would follow them, they decided to get rid of Nolan though they lacked the stomach to have the boy killed, so they did the next best thing. One night they drugged him and through seedy connections he was brought to the black market. In his daze, Nolan could barely figure out what was happening to him. He was bought quickly by a wealthy Caesonian man because his wife "liked his face." By the end of that night, Nolan was locked in a box with barely enough air to breathe as he was smuggled over Varian's borders to Caesonia.

He arrived in what could only be described a gilded hell; servitude was forced upon him and if he failed to perform the duties then he would face harsh punishment, but then again, even if he did everything right that did not stop his masters from hurting him anyway, especially the wife. She took particular enjoyment in breaking nice things. However, his only friend was another slave, an old Kimoon man from Alidasht; a mage that took him under his wing though he never told him his name, telling him that it was better that way. This man would give him his portion of food, whatever bedding he had to keep him warm, treat his wounds, and protect him in whatever ways he could. Above else, under the veil of night, he would teach the boy to fight and how to properly control his abilities and that was because the old man knew what would happen next.

One day, Nolan was dragged to an underground fight and was tossed to the pit against another child. It was either Nolan or him. This was his life for two years, two long years of being abused by a cruel woman and then fighting for his life. Sometimes she would have him perform spells for her until one day it came to a head. The old man woke him up in the middle of the night and told him to get ready to leave. Vision hazy with sleep in his eyes he would not question the man until he smelled the acrid waft of smoke that permeated the air; the old man had set the place ablaze and, in that chaos, Nolan was able to escape. He never knew if the old man survived or not.

For the first time in two years, Nolan was free, but what was left for him? He was in a faraway place where no one wanted him. For two more years he would live on the streets, stealing what he could to survive and enter underground fighting rings under pseudonyms just make whatever money he could. That was until one night after a fight a group angry that they lost their money because of Nolan and accosted him. Try as Nolan might, he could not fend them off without magic and was left in an alley way with a knife wound in his gut. The last thing he remembered was calling out to his mother and father before blacking out.

Nolan did not expect to wake up, and he certainly did not expect to wake up in a hospital. When he came too, he was confused to how he even got there though no one answered his questions. For some reason the nurses were worked up and in a panic about alerting someone that he was awake. It was all still a blur to him. Eventually his rescuer had arrived, a posh looking, yet friendly man that went by the name of Gideon Edwards, the Duke of Sorian. Nolan was less than impressed, acting more like a distrustful stray though it did not bother the duke. When asked if his parents knew where he was, Nolan told him he had no parents, or anyone for that matter, in a country he could not call home.

After some deliberation, the duke offered Nolan to come and stay with his family while he recovered, at least until he could figure something else out for him. At first resistant, refusing to take anyone's pity, he would relent when the other option was to enter an orphanage.

It was a difficult adjustment to say the least. One day he's fighting for a nook in an alley to sleep in and the next he's standing in front of an opulent estate though the duke made every attempt to help Nolan adjust to his new situation though it was plain to see that Duchess Edward's was not so keen on the boy's presence. The boy was still naturally distrustful of everyone around him and found himself stressed out around girls his age and older, but that certainly failed to stop the duke from providing him with what he needed, starting with his education. What started as an attempt to help Nolan catch up with what he may have missed turned into a startling revelation that he was already somewhat educated, but also intelligent, incredibly so. Whatever he missed in his four years he made up for it quickly and then some. To the Edwards, it appeared they found a strange diamond in the rough.

Over time, Nolan grew comfortable with the Edwards and perhaps began to form a bond with them if he allowed himself to acknowledge it, especially with Gideon. It was half a year later when Nolan was officially adopted by the Edwards and though he may never admit it, he worked hard for their sake as to not sully their name. At the age of 19 Nolan was one of the youngest graduates of Sorian University and works as a teaching assistant though there are times it feels like he does the bulk of the teaching though in the summer season he now works as a tutor for the children of noble families that need a spank than help with their grades.

However, he has now been called back to attend the Courting Season, and he can only dread it for more than one reason.

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History
Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?: "Slaves aren't typically nurtured... But I was taken care of when the Edwards took me in. I'd be dead today without them."
When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?: "In my mind mainly. There at least no one could touch me."
What were you like in your teenage years?: "Like a stray dog suddenly given a home. It was an adjustment. Not an easy one, but I tried. It was the least I could do."
How close are you to your parents?: "That's really fucked, you know that right? However, I suppose I am grateful to the Edwards and have some fondness for them."
Do you have any trauma that haunts you?: "Is the sky blue?"
What advice would you give your younger self?: "Go for the throat."
Were you an obedient child or defiant?: "It was either obedience or... I'd rather not talk about it."
What is your biggest regret?: "I'm done with this line of questioning."

Romance
Have you ever been in love?: "None of your business."
What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner.: "...Someone patient, someone kind."
How do you display affection? What is your love language?: "I... I really don't know. I never had the chance to learn."
Have you had your first kiss? What was it like?: "Does it sound like I ever had one?"
Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not?: "No. Love is something that is earned, not given away."
What does marriage mean to you?: "A comfort that I'm not sure I should be allowed to touch..."
Are you currently crushing on anyone?: "No."
Do you ever consider having children in the future?: "If I did, they'd be better off never knowing me then. I'd just screw them up."

Personality
Describe your ideal Sunday morning: "Coffee, an open window, and a cigarette."
What kind of person do you aspire to be?: "Alive at the end of the day."
What bad habits do you have?: "People call smoking a bad habit, but they know where they can shove that opinion."
If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be?: "Beg my parents to stay home."
What is your greatest fear?: "Next question."
What are your pet peeves?: "People cutting in lines."
When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others?: "Do I look like I like to be around people in general?"
Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue?: "If it were not for the fact that I do represent a family of higher standing if by name only, you'd be swallowing your own teeth."

Height: 6'6
Weight: 257 lbs
Eye Color: A pale blue
Hair Length/Texture: Straight and well past his shoulders
Hair Color: Blonde
Skin Color: Porcelain with red undertones
Facial details(freckles, moles, etc): Darker eyebrows
Distinguishing features: He's built with a very muscular frame that shows his diligent training. The corners of his fingernails have black oil beneath them.
Clothing Preferences: He prefers darker colored clothing with Varian sensibilities. When working he typically works in overalls, a thick canvas shirt, black boots and gloves, and his hair is pulled back into a bun or ponytail.



Willingness toward friends(4): Allies are necessary and well, he wouldn't mind having a few more trusted friends.
Willingness toward romance(4): It's natural to want love, but he needs to know that if they can be trusted with his family's secret.

Likes:
Machinery
Cats
Music
Mint Tea
Boardgames

Dislikes:
Crowds
Unnecessary heroics
Close minded people
His family's curse

Sexuality: Bi-curious?

Hobbies:
Building and designing vehicles, weaponry, and nicknacks
Playing the cello: His mother insisted that he needed a more social hobby
Listening to his phonograph
Hunting
Watching plays and analyzing them

Main Ambition: To find a way to uphold his family's traditions while also lengthening its leash.

Personality Summary:
Despite what his appearance would tell you, he is a soft spoken and a very gentle person. He abhors violence or any unnecessary shows of strength and bluster, rather trying to find more peaceful routes to solutions if force is not required. Magnus is a very curious and intelligent person, the kind that would disassemble a clock just to know how it works and put it back together again.

At times he does like machines and moving things more than people; you know how they work it's easy to put them together and fix. People are not like that; you can never tell what they are thinking or feeling at that moment and at times it makes him anxious. After all, he is the son of the ever charismatic and charming Count Pawonska and he is expected to be just like him, something that he carries with him every day.

He also abhors people putting themselves in harms ways due to a misguided sense of heroics. The road to hell is paved with good intentions; you may end up hurting yourself and others if you try to be a hero. However, he is fiercely protective of his sisters, and they are the one of the few things to get him to act.



What Kingdom are you from, and what town were you born in?: Varian, Irinaburg

Current occupation: Son of Count Sven Pawonska, Mechanical Engineer

Any past occupations?: None

Relatives:
Count Sven Pawonska
Countess Kasia Pawonska
Elena Pawonska
Nora Pawonska

Skills:
Swordsmanship
Marksmanship
Riding
Magic
Automotive Engineer
Gunsmith
Celloist

History Summary:
By a miracle of chance three children, triplets, were born one day: Nora, Elena, and Magnus who was the only son of the Pawonska family. Magnus was a quiet, but sweet child, curious of the world around him even at a young age though he was always a bit shy around other kids his age. It would not surprise anyone to find him inside taking apart a clock or a bicycle just to know how it worked rather than adventuring out into the world.

Once he was old enough to wield a sword, Magnus' and his siblings' training began. It was apparent that Magnus had an affinity for combat, a great affinity, but he held no love for it. The only reason he trained was because his father and mother would praise him for a job well done and his siblings seemed to enjoy it. Even at a young age, a part of him did it because he knew that it was expected of him. When they reached a certain age he understood why, what their purpose was. Unlike his sister Nora, it did not fill him with excitement because a part of him was dreading having to devote himself to a life of protecting something that he had no say in, but he accepted the responsibility, nonetheless.

So, he trained with his siblings, but on his own time he would hide away in the workshop and tinker away while the maintenance worker they employed taught him what he knew. It was one of those moments of respite where he was allowed to grow in ways that were beyond his family's purpose.

Then there was the incident, the one with the teddy bear. Where Nora flashed her magic and as a result had to be sent away. Magnus for once in his life yelled and pleaded with his father to bring her home. It was the one time in his life when he refused to train.

When Nora returned, he couldn't recognize her. What was once a spark of joy was extinguished and smothered by her experience there. Magnus hated it, hated what their parents did, hated the stupid burden that was shoved upon them, and he hated himself for letting Nora down. So, he devoted himself to becoming stronger not for the hex that ran through their blood, but for his sisters. They would never need to be hurt again as long as he drew breath.

When he was seventeen, he entered into higher education as his parents tried to make him into a well-rounded individual and to pursue his passions in which he became a Mechanical Engineer student. He enjoyed his time there, relieved that he could get away from his blood duties even if it was However, one night during his stay he was drugged and kidnapped where a handsome ransom was placed over his head.

When he came to, he was in a building far away from his university or any proper city. It was a blur that night, but he heard them. They were making half-jokes about kidnapping his sisters and making comments on what they would do to them. His mind went blank. If you asked him what happened, he will be adamant that he can't remember.

When investigators found him, he was stumbly along the road covered in blood. Not his blood. When found where they kept him, they described the scene as 'gruesome, like an angry grizzly bear had been let loose.' With the influence of his father, they deemed it a freak accident.

Magnus was offered an academic leave of absence from college after the incident, but he refused, focusing deeper on his studies and training regardless. It was the only thing that kept him sane.

Now he has graduated with a job as a mechanical engineer for Varians vehicle and weapons production company. For once, he felt like he was free, but he knew that wasn't true. He was still bound by blood to guarding the damned artifact and that in the end that will supersede whatever direction his life went. Surely, though, if he could not break it then surely, he could lengthen its leash. If not for him, then for his sisters, and their future progeny.

Surely, right?


(in POV of your character)

History
Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?: "I cannot say that we were neglected, on the contrary, but we were not coddled. There were expectations and we had to exceed them."
When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?: "On the estate there was a shed where the handyman would work. I'd go there and tinker, with his permission of course."
What were you like in your teenage years?: "I was an obedient child, and I worked hard for the sake of the family."
How close are you to your parents?: "We're close, but father's perfectionism can be a cause for tension and with what happened to Nora... It's complicated."
Do you have any trauma that haunts you?: "Yes and I'll have to live with them."
What advice would you give your younger self?: "Don't jump into unnecessary heroics."
Were you an obedient child or defiant?: "I don't think there was much room for defiance, not that I had much desire to."
What is your biggest regret?: "That stupid teddy bear."

Romance
Have you ever been in love?: "Maybe a couple of times? It's hard to say because when you're a kid all those feelings are intense and muddied."
What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner.: "Kind, but someone that is also ambitious and can match me in my curiosity and desire for creation."
How do you display affection? What is your love language?: "Acts of service and gifts? Actions and effort always speak louder than words."
Have you had your first kiss? What was it like?: "Ah, um, it was nice. It was with the chef's daughter."
Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not?: "It's a lovely idea, but that's all it is. You can be attracted to someone at first sight, but love is such a complex thing built upon many mechanisms."
What does marriage mean to you?: "It can be a transaction between two families, but I prefer the idea of it being two people making a vow not out of obligation and opportunity, but out of love."
Are you currently crushing on anyone?: "At the moment, not at all."
Do you ever consider having children in the future?: "Well, yes, I suppose though I do want to make it clear that it is not out of some misguided sense of duty."

Personality
Describe your ideal Sunday morning: "In the shop working on a car with a cup of tea."
What kind of person do you aspire to be?: "Someone that can depended upon."
What bad habits do you have?: "I tend to talk to my tools. People tend to find that weird."
If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be?: "If I knew what would have happened to Nora, I would have let that stuffed bear go down the river."
What is your greatest fear?: "That it will never be enough."
What are your pet peeves?: "People who can't keep their hands off other people's belongings."
When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others?: "I'd rather be with one of my siblings and talk through it."
Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue?: "I know what I can do, so I'd rather talk it out before I do any actual damage."

Height: 5'4/162cm
Weight: 120lbs/54kg
Eye Color: Purple
Hair Length/Texture: Down to about the nape of her back, silky to the touch
Hair Color: Blonde
Skin Color: Fair
Facial details(freckles, moles, etc): Does resting bitch face count?
Distinguishing features: Her amethyst-esque gaze that seems to pierce through you, as if staring straight into your soul. A scar that runs across the majority of back from hip to shoulder
Clothing Preferences: In short, her tastes are called 'boyish' due to her preference for shorts and shirts over skirts or dresses, prefers darker colours and is almost never seen without some form of hood on. Hates formal clothes with a passion, but will begrudgingly wear them



Willingness toward friends(1-5): 3
Willingness toward romance(1-5): 3

Likes:
- Small Children
- Reading
- Magic
- Spicy food (though she can't handle it)
- Smart people
- Silence/being left alone
- Studying

Dislikes:
- 'Stupid' people
- Fighting/Violence
- Witch hunters
- The church
- 'Bad' witches/magic users
- Bitter food/drink
- Formal gatherings

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Hobbies:
- Reading
- Gemstone collecting
- Baking
- Magic

Main Ambition:
To remove the stigma from magic and have magic be considered a force for good again, also to recover her memories and find out about her past

Personality Summary:
Old fashioned, stubborn to a fault and cautious to the point of coming off as rude and cold to those she first meets, Freyja is a young woman who's inner fire burns far hotter than her reserved and frosty exterior might first suggest. Never one to back down from a challenge, her sometimes reckless nature has landed in her hot water more than once, and more than her fair share of scoldings. Whether it be from her biological parents, her adopted parents, her 'older sister' or even the doctor in charge of her training.

What she lacks in impulse control at times however, she makes up for in spades when it comes to work ethic and determination, turning what some viewed as a weakness of hers in how stubborn she is into a true strength, that same drive to never back down from a challenge channelled into a work ethic that is borderline obsessive and unhealthy, leading to more scolding's of a different nature.

As one might expect of her, she holds a rather pragmatic view on life in general, using logic over emotion to dictate her actions and holds a tough love approach on life, not wanting to baby patients too much and often forcing them to do as instructed through whatever means she might have at her disposal. Though even that is often thrown out the window when in the face of hurt or sad children, especially smaller or younger ones. Faced with such a situation, her personality warms considerably, typically caving in quite quickly to them much to the amusement of those around her.

When in her spare time, she is often found reading and practicing magic, though since coming to the capital she has cut down on the latter considerably, much to her chagrin. She goes to arduous lengths to get the space and privacy to practice when she can however, loving it far too much to ever stop completely. After all, she views magic as a second nature to her, even if she understands she has to hide her passion for it from the public.



What Kingdom are you from, and what town were you born in?:
Caesonia

Current occupation:
Travelling aspiring doctor

Any past occupations?:
Baker apprentice, Witches Apprentice

Relatives:
Stratya Durmand (adopted sister), adopted mother, adopted siblings
Skills:
Baking, sewing, medicinal herb knowledge and application, Old school magic knowledge

History Summary:
Born as Freyja Baequiettln, she's the middle child of three kids, with an older and younger brother. Though her memories of her family are hazy at times, she often remembers feelings of fondness when recalling moments with her parents and siblings, though her more distinct memories come from her times spent with her grandmother, Circe Baequitettln, one of the original witches. She remembers her days of honing her craft with her grandmother, learning as much as she could about magicae, the need to help people with it, the balance she had to uphold, the responsibility that came with learning magic and to not share this information with outsiders she didn't know. She recalls visiting her almost every day she could, spending entire afternoons trying to learn even the basics of some spellcraft, often times nagging her till she caved into her demands. She also adored her grandmothers stories, even if most of them were filled with little truth, embellished facts or just effectively nursery rhymes ranging from basic moral lessons to stories of love and adventure, though many such as the origins of certain spells are lost in the haze that is her mind at times, she does however remember nagging her grandmother over and over again about the origins of magic, only to be told 'when you're older'.

She isn't sure of the exact details that follows one eventful day sometime after she turned 12, other than she was practicing magic when her younger brother interrupted her. The rest is hazy, only knowing that she felt like she had fallen asleep for a long time before waking up in the Hills of Vermillion, hurt, alone and scared. This is when Stratya Durmand found her, took her home and she was welcomed into the family, thusly becoming Freyja Durmand from henceforth.

During the following few years, she would learn about how the world had changed since she had 'fallen asleep', at first struggling to come to terms with her situation, but with Stratya's help she slowly opened up. The part she struggled with most, other than of course realising she could never see her 'true' family ever again or her missing memories, however was the acceptance that magic had been demonised and outlawed to the point it had been. To her, magic had always been a force for good, to be used to help others. She knew there were some bad apples, but that didn't completely override the good did it? Eventually she would learn not to openly use her magic, especially after nearly having a run in on the road with a witch hunter after she had left to learn medicine when she turned 20.

That experience was hallowing to say the least, leaving quite the distasteful imprint on her, causing her to be more cautious than ever before around people she doesnt know, especially if she believes they're trying to pry into her past or about her. She currently serves in Sorian as a doctor in training and into her third year of medicine.



History
Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?: Nurtured, for better or worse.
When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?: I would often hide myself in a tight, enclosed space under the house, or in the woods.
What were you like in your teenage years?: Naive, free-spirited and stupid, I know better now.
How close are you to your parents?: My biological parents? I don't recall much but I believe so as they taught me a great many thing, though I quite like Mrs Durmand, very thankful she took me in.
Do you have any trauma that haunts you?: I feel like there's this overbearing pressure to be the best I can be, though I cannot recall where this feeling comes from. Otherwise nearly dying would be up there....
What advice would you give your younger self?: Don't obsess over what you can't control so much
Were you an obedient child or defiant?: I like to think I was rather obedient....but I would be lying.
What is your biggest regret?: Its...hard to describe, as I can't actually remember it. But I feel like I did something very, very wrong when I woke up, and occasionally I have these odd dreams I can't really describe either as I never really remember them when I wake up the next morning, normally in a cold sweat. I do remember saying the words 'I'm sorry' though for what its worth, so I know what I must've done was wrong in some form.....

Romance
Have you ever been in love?: What is this? Gossip club? Not that I recall no
What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner.: Someone that can keep up with me and share in my dreams and desires would be ideal. Otherwise, a strong father figure for my future children is the priority. So someone kind, patient and preferably strong.
How do you display affection? What is your love language?: ....like a normal person? There's different ways?
Have you had your first kiss? What was it like?: Not that I recall no sorry, and even if I did recall, it would be none of your business anyway.
Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not?: No. Its impractical and irrational to judge one on a mere first impression of their physical well-being. There's far more important matters, like their personality and compatibility henceforth with their ideals and beliefs. And thats just to simplify it. 'Love at first sight' is a weak excuse for poor decisions and mostly ends in disaster.
What does marriage mean to you?: Its a piece of paper, you don't need it to prove anything
Are you currently crushing on anyone?: Again with the gossip....I'm not no, and once again, even if I was, it would be none of your business.
Do you ever consider having children in the future?: Oh, absolutely. Preferably at least seven, but it depends on when I settle down or find a partner that suits my needs. I'm open to more.

Personality
Describe your ideal Sunday morning: Lying in bed with a hot or cold beverage depending on the season and enjoying a nice book
What kind of person do you aspire to be?: Hopefully one that can stick true to their ideals and beliefs; in my case, I wish to be strong, kind and a role model for people to aspire to be like. To keep making the world a better place.
What bad habits do you have?: Why would you think I have bad habits? Its not like people complain I fuss over them too much or anything.....
If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be?: Find out what happened to me before I woke up in the woods
What is your greatest fear?: Blood. Not that a papercut bleeding terrifies me, but the scent and sight of blood brings me back to that moment....
What are your pet peeves?: Where do I begin? Like, just asking a stupid question like that annoys me. 'There's no such thing as a stupid question'? Bah, whoever says that clearly hasn't talked to enough people. Otherwise reckless and stupid people always find ways to get on my nerves.
When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others?: Alone. I'm told I can be rather...nasty when I'm upset.
Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue?: I'm known to give a verbal lashing or two yes....

Height: 5'/152cm
Weight: 98lbs/44.45kgs
Eye Color: Pale Blue
Hair Length/Texture: Short, ending just above her shoulders.
Hair Color: Lavender
Skin Color: Pale
Facial details(freckles, moles, etc): Her eyes have been likened to dolls or even dead fish with how she just seems to stare through you
Distinguishing features: She's said to be as beautiful and fragile as a porcelain doll, her appearance living up to such stories
Clothing Preferences: Whatever is given to her as she's not particularly fussy when it comes to clothes, though she does always enjoy dressing up in frilly dresses, the more frills the better



Willingness toward friends(1-5): 5
Willingness toward romance(1-5): 3

Likes:
Sewing and knitting
Puppets
Friends
Her 'Friends'
Mina
Tea
Tea Parties
Sweets
Plays
Ochestra
Neat and tidy things

Dislikes:
Talking
Coffee
Unkempt Appearances
Mess
Rude People
People who make fun of her 'friends'

Sexuality:
Heterosexual

Hobbies:
Sewing, knitting, Collecting dolls and plushies, singing or humming lullabies to herself

Main Ambition:
To protect her family, and she would burn the world to do so

Personality Summary:
Moartă Blackwood is the picturesque personification of a serene noblelady; graceful and elegent, beautiful and fragile like the stained glass of a church window. She hardly says a word in anger, or says much at all, often responding to those she doesnt know with nothing more than a pleasant, disarming smile. She prefers to communicate in hand gestures and subtle changes in her body language, often acting more like a marionette pulled by the strings than a 'proper person'. Her demeanor often disturbing others on their first or second meetings, not helped by her fascination with her dolls and plushies. She is never seen without at least one on her person. She's soften spoken, and often times can be heard to speak the few times she does, often with a lingering lament to her tone, as if always sad or regretful.

To those who knew her intimately, namely just her family at this stage, they also know her as this gentle and mostly kind soul. But they also know that deep within her, hidden behind that smiling facade...is a girl that isn't indifferent or cold; she simply lacks the ability to feel any substantial emotion. Her muted expressions not by choice, but by her inability to understand emotions even if she feels them. But one emotion she does feel? And one they knew burns fiercer than any inferno could hope to match?

Love.

Specifically, love for her family. An almost obsessive and compulsive love. They are her everything, they are her ideal. She keeps an eye on them keeps an eye on anyone she deems friend or foe to them, never afraid to use magic or her curse to spy on individuals if she feels the need to. If anyone was to bring them harm, she would rain down hellfire. If anyone was to help them, she would endeavor to return the favour tenfold. The only thing that seems to come close to how much she cares about is her dolls, and if you're ever so lucky enough to earn one of her hand-crafted ones, you are considered to be amongst her inner-circle and cherished deeply. Currently, no one outside the family has received one, but she has grown more open to the idea of gifting one if someone can catch her eye...



What Kingdom are you from, and what town were you born in?:
Varian, Kolonivka

Current occupation:
Seamstress

Any past occupations?:
No

Relatives:
Mina Blackwood (Cousin), Sebastian Blackwood (Uncle), Deceased parents

Skills:
Sewing and knitting, tea-brewing, crafting life-like replica dolls of people

History Summary:
Moartă Blackwood has been cursed from birth.

Not only did her mother die during childbirth with her, but she also 'died' at least once that day, her survival framed as a miracle from one of the attending doctors. Misfortune has followed her since, following her like a plague. To top it off, she was one of the 'lucky' few Blackwood girls to be born with the curse of mediumship, though hers manifested somewhat...uniquely. She not only sees and talks to spirits, but she seems to befriend them, her link to the spirits very, very strong. They whisper to her, tell her of what others do, what they say. Now, not every spirit is truthful to her. She has learned this over her life, the hard way.

Growing up, she was never viewed as 'normal', in fact some have even considered her insane from the outside. The girl rarely spoke to others, even when talked to. Instead, she sometimes seemed to speak to the air. Often times, she would be found deep in trance, snapped out of it by worried servants. She never fit in with anyone her own age, causing her to grow more and more secluded within her family. This all came to a head when she turned ten years old, when the spirits whispered to her of things her father spoke of her to others.

She confronted her father, leading to an heated argument she regrets to this day, for once more misfortune befell the family, her father shortly thereafter dying in an accident while travelling. This event seemed to break the poor girl, and if not for her cousin Mina, she might've done something more rash. The girl wasn't much older than her, and she was the only person she could be herself around, the only person who could truly understand what she was going through. As a result of this bond, she would grow more and more attached to the family as a whole, desperate to prevent more misfortune befalling her family.

Now she travels to Caesonia, not only to be by her cousins side, but also in search of allies and friends for the family. And hopefully, someone to share in her burdens with her for the rest of her life.

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(in POV of your character)

History
Did you grow up nurtured or neglected?: Nurtured...no one...left behind...
When you were upset, where was your sanctuary?: Home...
What were you like in your teenage years?: Same
How close are you to your parents?: ...was...I...was
Do you have any trauma that haunts you?: Nods head but declines to enlighten further
What advice would you give your younger self?: Don't...hold back
Were you an obedient child or defiant?: Obedient
What is your biggest regret?: Saying...I hate you...

Romance
Have you ever been in love? : shakes head
What is most important in a partner to you? Describe your dream partner.: I...don't know...
How do you display affection? What is your love language?: Offers a doll
Have you had your first kiss? What was it like?: No...I want to though...it sounds nice
Do you believe in love at first sight? Why or why not?:
What does marriage mean to you?:...cherishment...family
Are you currently crushing on anyone?: shakes head
Do you ever consider having children in the future?: nods

Personality
Describe your ideal Sunday morning: Tea...family...cherishing moments
What kind of person do you aspire to be?: Strong...and wise
What bad habits do you have?: I often...get lost...manor...
If you could go back in time and change anything in your past, what would it be?: Don't...say it...don't say...'I hate you'...
What is your greatest fear?: Losing...everyone...again
What are your pet peeves?:...Mess
When you are in a sour mood, do you like to be alone or with others?: Alone...or with Mina...
Are you more likely to fight with your fists or your tongue?: Smiles and declines to answer