Filthy Mudblood

Every Rose Has It's Thorns

Trying not to roll her eyes at his manners and once she was settled in the car, Morgan rubbed her hands together to try and get some warmth back into them. "What about Red Fish?" She didn't get an answer before Odin slammed down the gas and the car took off, tyres squealing. Morgan almost ended up kneeing herself in the face as she was thrown backwards, the leg she had propped up on the dashboard flew up to meet her face. Luckily, she recovered herself just in time to avoid a nose bleed. Whipping her head around to the driver with a glare, she folded her arms and lifted her chin up haughtily. "Dickhead" She muttered, a scowl plastered across her face.

Every Rose Has It's Thorns

Morgan felt almost relieved when Odin received the text, but she forced herself to frown. "Her loss." She shrugged and followed him out, allowing herself to smile just a little bit as she glided through the door and listened to him talk. "Your place is fine." Truth be told, she loved staying at Odin's; it was like a second home to her. She was so busy thinking about his house that she didn't realise she was slipping. It wasn't until it was too late that she started to fall. She landed with a gasp, expecting the cold pavement but instead a body beneath her. Morgan froze, her breath coming out in soft clouds of mist. After a second of silence, she whispered "My hero." Then she grinned and stuck out her tongue at him, pushing herself off of Odin.

♦ Through The Pages ♦ (Fairytale Roleplay)

@Vicier
Sorry for popping up without any warning, but here's my CS! Hope it's okay ;3

the Conflicted Witch of the East

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t h e b a s i c s

Name (Fairy Tale World): Evanora Congaria

Other Names (Fairy Tale World): The East Witch, Eris (after the Goddess of chaos), Wicked, Eva, Nora.

Occupation (Fairy Tale World): Wicked Witch of the East

Place Of Origin: The Emerald City, Oz

Age: 24 years old

Affiliation: Conflicted evil

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o n t h e o u t s i d e

Appearance - Thirteen Years Ago (11 Years Old):


Appearance - Now:

Hider

A sweet-looking girl with doll-like features. Evanora has large, innocent eyes, framed by dark lashes. They're a dark blue-grey colour, instead of the usual light crystalline blue most people expect. In certain lights they appear brown, green, and even purple depending on what she is wearing. Her rounded, angelic features lead a lot of people into trusting her.

She stands on the short side at 5'3, but the towering heels tend to make up for her lack in height. Evanora's figure is slight and willowy, slightly curvaceous around her hips, but lacking any 'assets' that she can flaunt. Her hair is almost always perfect, not a lock out of place; it reaches her shoulders and flicks outward in a prim manner. Her fringe is either reaching her eyes or swept to the side, depending on how she wears it. She rarely relies on cosmetics, so leaves her porcelain skin untouched- also achieving in giving the impression of even more innocence.

Wardrobe Style: Evanora sticks to wearing dressy garments, usually the same blue as her eyes. Her favourite outfits are, Dress 1, Dress 2, Dress 3. The only thing she wears that are particularly meaningful and significant are her ruby slippers. They hold no power, but people still tend to fear them.

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f a m i l i a r f a c e s

Relationship Status: Single

Partner: Currently open

Father: The Late King Stefan of England (she does not know this)

Mother:Madeleine Congaria

Siblings: Open

Pet/s: None.

Detailed Relationships

TBD

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s e c r e t s u n t o l d

Personality:
Eva has always felt that she was never the favourite, the prettiest, nor the best at anything- and that ultimately moulded her into the kind of witch she is now. Most citizens of Rivendale view her as pure evil and merciless, but not powerful enough to be more than a nuisance. Her biggest weakness is certainly her self-confidence: when she was Evanora the Good, she was never quite good enough, and now that she is the Wicked Witch of the East, she isn't quite powerful enough.

In her younger years, before the jealousy and darkness could affect who she was; she was level-headed, intelligent and warm hearted. However, even then Evanora still had the nagging voice telling her that her kindness would never match that of Glinda's, and her intellect would never beat Elphaba's. She has just never quite managed to find her true talent. Yes, her skills in magic are something to be awed, but she is certainly not the most powerful witch in Rivendale.

Her sense of lacking does not, however, diminish her righteous traits. Most folk are surprised when they first lay eyes on Evanora to see such a young girl with the title of Witch of the East; which is exactly the case. In reality, she is merely a girl too young to be swept into such conflict. Where people talk of a ruthless tyrant reigning over the East, there is in actuality a young woman making the most of a handful of bad decisions. Her youthful naïveté towards the world allowed the darkness to engulf her, the wrong people to bribe her with promises of power and respect throughout the land. Evanora is really just a kind-hearted girl with magic coursing through her veins. She is found to be humorous, cracking a joke or two usually of the dry category- she smiles a lot, but rarely laughs. She is not to be underestimated, though. Not many know of her true feelings towards being such a dark leader, so she relies a lot on her personal council to advise her and make the hard decisions for her. She will not spare an innocent's life, or show mercy towards rebels; her evil reputation is something that keeps her safe and allows her to stay in power. Although her magic is a force to be reckoned with, her strongest asset is fear.

Strengths: Evanora's powers are very strong, and she has mastered a way of using them so that they are practically limitless for a short period of time. She also has a great influence over a lot of Rivendale, as they all either fear her or believe that she is the strongest witch of Oz.

Weaknesses: Being the youngest witch of Oz, she is probably the most naive and easily manipulated- much of her influence over Rivendale is reliant on her image, so if people see her as the young girl that she is- she may pay a difficult price for it. Because of the years she spent with the other witches, she will views them as being her sisters and, no matter the price, would never directly hurt them.

Magic Capabilities:
* Electrokinesis: The power to create and project electricity and lightning. Evanora is able to generate blue lightning bolts through this power, which serves as her signature attack.
* Flight: The power to defy gravity and propel oneself through the air
* Conjuration: The power to materialize imaginary objects at will. She must use a specific dust-like substance to summon these objects.
* Illusion Casting: The power to cast illusions. Evanora uses a glamor-like illusion that alters people's image of her. From at least a few feet away, they see a older witch dripping with power, so only people literally close to her can see her true self.
* Crystal Gazing: Evanora can spy on whoever she wished by means of a crystal ball, regardless of their location or distance. However, the crystal ball's reaching point is restricted to only her own realm- and depends on whether she has been to its showing location or not. If she has never laid eyes on the area before, the image will be weaker and more difficult to make sense of.

Weapons: Evanora's power source are her hands, so therefore are her strongest weapons. If her hands at bound, then she cannot perform magic. She does not use any other weapon apart from witchcraft.

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t h e p a s t

Brief Biography (Life In Fairy Tale World:
Evanora had a happy childhood growing up in Oz. Her mother brought her up without any help and, although she was known as a witch of darkness, she would treat Evanora with a kindness or two every so often. Once her powers began to bloom, she was sent away to the Emerald City under the strict instructions to become as powerful as she could be.

The highlight of the Witch of the East's youth was her friendship with the other witches of Oz. She was the baby of the group, the naive one that followed the already-famous Glinda and Elphaba around everywhere. Although they treated her well enough, and she partook in many adventures with them, she was never quite as close to them as they were to each other.

As they matured, growing in popularity and beauty, Evanora was soon forgotten. She sat on the sidelines and watched as the pair whispered secrets to each other and giggles at a joke she would never hear. Eva told herself time and time again that it was nothing to fret about and they meant well, but jealousy began to poison her thoughts and feelings. It was almost a relief at the time when Maleficent attacked, and she felt almost triumphant when Elphaba fled and Glinda stayed. Nora's mother had long since secured the Witch of the East's title for her, so she stood alongside Glinda in leadership of a world of darkness.

Brief Biography (Life On Earth):
Evanora has never seen earth, although secretly dreams to go. However, she knows she has duties to fulfill in Rivenspire.

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l a s t p i e c e s o f t h e p u z z l e

Other:
N/A

Theme Song:
ihonestlyhadnoideasoijustwentforthisone

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Every Rose Has It's Thorns

Just waiting for @CherriesJubilee to post :3

Every Rose Has It's Thorns

As he closed his car door behind him, Morgan sighed and muttered "No." Running a hand through her hair, she looked up at Odin through her lashes as he offered her his hand. Taking it, she climbed out of the car and glanced around for a second. "So, this new girl we're meeting...what's her name? What's she like?" She threw the napkins from her ice cream in a bin as they passed one, trying to ignore the voice at the back of her head telling her that she wasn't going to like the girl. The warmth of the library greeted them as they opened the doors, and Morgan shivered slightly. She hated libraries, especially the fact that it was so quiet.

Every Rose Has It's Thorns

Morgan started shaking her head the second he suggested talking to Jason again. Her eyes darted down to Odin's hand on her arm, but she didn't object. "Nah, it's fine. I'm a tough girl. I can handle myself." She offered him a smirk as they reached the library, shifting slightly so that her feet dropped off of the dashboard.

Every Rose Has It's Thorns

Morgan sat back in familiar seat, propping one leg up and gazing out of the window as Odin talked. Her eyes darted to him to find him staring at her, and the usual butterflies started up. She bit her lip and stared straight ahead for a long moment. "You know that guy? Jason?" She kept her eyes on the road as she talked. "He keeps on calling me, and I see him everywhere. He says stuff- bad stuff. He was in class today- that's why I didn't attend." Her words came out in a jumble, her face a blank mask. Her gaze turned to the ice cream in her hand. "Why did we get ice cream in the middle of bloody winter?!"

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"Jesus, Odin- I can walk on my own." Morgan huffs as he drags her to the car. Once they were there, she ignored his question about the phone- hoping he wouldn't bring it up again. "Hey- can I come study with you?" She had a faint blush on her cheeks, either from the cold or something else. "It's just I've missed the whole day of school and I wanna meet this amazing new girl."

Every Rose Has It's Thorns

"Can't explain it." She dismissed the subject of her weird feelings with a wave of her hand, her mind lingering for a second on the fact that he called the new girl cute. Arching a brow, she strode outside, smirking at Odin's complaints. "Maybe you should take up something else indoors...like ballet." Not looking at him for a reply, Morgan closed her eyes and tilted her head back, feeling the snowflakes brush against her flushed cheeks. Her moment was interrupted by her phone buzzing in her pocket; reading the name on the screen, she frowned and pushed it back into her pocket, scuffing her boots in the snow.

Every Rose Has It's Thorns

Jangling her the coins in her pockets as an answer to his question about the money, she arched an eyebrow. "New girl? How come I miss all the good stuff?" She huffed and played with her ends of her hair. She smiled at the news of being in his classes though, the relief clear on her features. "I spent the day practicing. I dunno, I just couldn't sit in class today. I feel weird." She shrugged and slipped through the door, ruffling Odin's hair as she glided past.