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Azga the Amazing and his Caravan of Misfits

Flint and West are accepted

Azga the Amazing and his Caravan of Misfits

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Also; I will not accept any of you until you have read the rules and put the password into your character sheet.

A Witch in Salem!: Azga the Amazing and his Caravan of Misfits

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Azga the Amazing and his Caravan of Misfits

Clothing usually worn:
Long, luxurious robes when entertaining, and when travelling, pure white pants and shirts with knee-high black boots. Always has in jewelry of blue, beaded earrings, bracelets, and necklaces.His neck piece is very frilly.

Anything different from appearance than what is seen above:
On his skin, blue tribalistic like tattoos cover his arm, back, and legs. Some of it curves elegantly onto his pectorals.

Name:
Azga Gristol Vonderwist

Title:
Azga The Amazing

Gender:
Male

Age:
32

Country of Origin:
Born in Germany, raised in Romania.

Race:
Witch

Siphon:
The sound of Applause

Magic:
Azga is a light manipulator, a witch who specializes in the mobility and illusion provided by light of any kind. To put it in traditional terms, by using the reflection of water droplets which are hit by light in the air; now you see him, now you don't. Light manipulators are infamous for the invisibility techniques as well as their balanced offense and defense. He is able to generate shields to deflect magical harm, blind his foes with large flashes of light, and when siphoned enough, give himself wings of light that increase his speed threefold.

Skills:
Using his Rapier
Glamorizing (Literally, he knows how to work make up on a girl as well as do their hair. Probably because he uses it on himself by no one's sure)
Minor potion making
Knitting

Personality:
Flamboyant, Narcissist, Flirtatious, Polygamist, Protective

History:
Not too much is known about Azga other than a few things. He grew up in a house full of women who were all exceptionally selfish, and he set out to be a mage once he learned his father was a witch. He made to escape his house and make his own name for himself to become the best witch there ever was. Apparently, he studied in a secret Magical University somewhere far up north that's been all but eradicated and has had a large number of lovers come and go in his life. He started this caravan after realizing what was becoming of other magic users but has kept his opinions to himself about how he feels about it.

Caravan Duties:
Leader/Self appointed "Main Attraction"

Theme song:


Loves:
Himself, Sweets, Sex

Likes:
Luxurious fabrics, Warmth, Sunshine

Dislikes:
Rain, Snobs, People who hog the mirror

Hates:
The Clergy, Anyone who Dare hurt his misfits


While I'm here I should mention that any and all pervertedness should be kept pg-13. If you want to bump and grind, fine, just do a fade to black IC and take it to the pms.

Azga the Amazing and his Caravan of Misfits

No Longer Accepting Caravan Members, but The Clergy CS is OPEN!


"Come One! Come All!

To Witness a Spectacular Show Beyond Your Wildest Dreams!

Colors Unseen, Unbreakable Seams!

If You Choose to Stay Home Instead,

Why Sir,

You're Better Off Dead!"

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Welcome to Our Caravan!

It's the 18th century, and the witch hunt is at an all time high. Any and all magic users are burned, hung, or drowned. Upon seeing that the craft is being punished, Azga Vonderheist, a travelling 'magician,' has started a gypsy caravan full of magic users or beings of magic to hide and protect them from the world that despises them so. Travelling all throughout Europe and occasionally overseas, Azga and the Misfits work as an entertainment troupe; selling potions and magic books under the table. In the caravan, it is safe to exist. With so many witches and otherwise dead, the caravan is all anyone has.

The church is our enemy.

The clergy, righteous with their innocent-slaying Templars, are highly suspicious of the troupe and wish to investigate. Azga is aware of this, and moves the caravan constantly. There isn't much hope, however, and there's talk of a permanent overseas stay in the eastern countries. Time will tell if the Misfits can keep the secret, and keep us all safe from the gallows.

IMPORTANT TO KNOW
-This is black magic we're dealing with. Don't be afraid to get dark with it!
-This will not be 100% historically accurate, and almost be more anime-like. Nobody likes a history snob in an rp that's meant to be fun.
-Witches are humanoid beings of magic. If they run out of magic, they CAN die. Keep in mind that magic IS exhaustible.
-Magic must have a unique siphon to each witch; something such as Azga, whom obtains magic from applause, spending time in nature, etc. Do NOT make the sun, or the moon, your power source. It needs to be something specific and unique, because all witches are unique.
-I WILL CONSIDER... a magical being, if you don't want to be a witch. Do not overload me with them, however, as hiding a unicorn in a travelling caravan is kinda difficult.
-New addition, you can be apart of the clergy and on the hunt for witches! Be careful though! If you detect witches too easily I WILL call you out. Templar beware...

RULES

1. No godmods, no sues, no whining.
2. If you have a personal problem with anyone, take it to PMs.
3. POWER IS EXHAUSTIBLE. Think of it like a mana meter in final fantasy or any other video game.
4. If you read the rules put the word 'Glass' at the bottom of your CS.
5. I expect decent grammar. I'm not a teacher in school or whatever but if I. grammar read. this liKe. It's unacceptable.
6. A witch cannot be all around powerful in every single subject. There IS such a thing as general magic, but then your witch wouldn't be very powerful in any specific attack. If you want an ice witch you fucking rip that character, give her ice cannons, ice blasters, iced tea... you get the point.
7. Have fun :3

The Caravan CS

Appearance: (pics preferred)
Clothing usually worn:
Anything different from appearance than what is seen above: (Tattoos, birthmarks?)
Name:
Title: (Example:"Azga the Amazing")
Gender:
Age:
Country of Origin: (We all speak the language of magic here, but for the sake of diversity where do they come from?)
Race: (Witch or magical being?)
Siphon: (What does your witch draw power from?)
Magic: (Specific, general, etc. What can you do?)
Skills: (ranging from knife throwing to cooking)
Personality: (In five words or less. I prefer to see personality fully in character)
History: (Can be optional)
Caravan Duties: (What do you do to keep this Caravan in harmony? Cook, make potions, etc?)
Theme song: (just for fun. :) not required.)

Loves:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Hates:

Use this CS above if you want to be a witch in the caravan or a magical being.

The Clergy CS

Appearance: Pics preferred
Clothing Usually Worn:
Anything different about their appearance than what appears above?: (tattoos, birthmarks, etc)
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Weapon:
Skills: There is such a thing as general knowledge/weaponry. However, by going this route then your character would not be all-around powerful. I recommend going for specific tactics.
Personality:
History:

Loves:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Hates:

Use the above CS to hunt down the witches!

CARAVAN DUTIES

Leader/

Clothing usually worn:
Long, luxurious robes when entertaining, and when travelling, pure white pants and shirts with knee-high black boots. Always has in jewelry of blue, beaded earrings, bracelets, and necklaces.His neck piece is very frilly.

Anything different from appearance than what is seen above:
On his skin, blue tribalistic like tattoos cover his arm, back, and legs. Some of it curves elegantly onto his pectorals.

Name:
Azga Gristol Vonderwist

Title:
Azga The Amazing

Gender:
Male

Age:
32

Country of Origin:
Born in Germany, raised in Romania.

Race:
Witch

Siphon:
The sound of Applause

Magic:
Azga is a light manipulator, a witch who specializes in the mobility and illusion provided by light of any kind. To put it in traditional terms, by using the reflection of water droplets which are hit by light in the air; now you see him, now you don't. Light manipulators are infamous for the invisibility techniques as well as their balanced offense and defense. He is able to generate shields to deflect magical harm, blind his foes with large flashes of light, and when siphoned enough, give himself wings of light that increase his speed threefold.

Skills:
Using his Rapier
Glamorizing (Literally, he knows how to work make up on a girl as well as do their hair. Probably because he uses it on himself by no one's sure)
Minor potion making
Knitting

Personality:
Flamboyant, Narcissist, Flirtatious, Polygamist, Protective

History:
Not too much is known about Azga other than a few things. He grew up in a house full of women who were all exceptionally selfish, and he set out to be a mage once he learned his father was a witch. He made to escape his house and make his own name for himself to become the best witch there ever was. Apparently, he studied in a secret Magical University somewhere far up north that's been all but eradicated and has had a large number of lovers come and go in his life. He started this caravan after realizing what was becoming of other magic users but has kept his opinions to himself about how he feels about it.

Caravan Duties:
Leader/Self appointed "Main Attraction"

Theme song:


Loves:
Himself, Sweets, Sex

Likes:
Luxurious fabrics, Warmth, Sunshine

Dislikes:
Rain, Snobs, People who hog the mirror

Hates:
The Clergy, Anyone who Dare hurt his misfits

Caravan Guard/Childrens Entertainer: West the Marksmen

Appearance:

Clothing usually worn: West usually wears a grey jacket with blue and red highlights at the shoulders and end of the sleeves. On the front of this jacket he was four holsters in which he keeps his flintlock pistols stored. He also wears a tough leather belt to which his sword, throwing knives, ammo pouch, and gunpowder pouch, are attached. On his belt and jacket he also keeps several boxes of playing cards.
Anything different from appearance than what is seen above: He has a small tattoo in the shape of an eagle under his eye, his says this tattoo helps with his marksmanship.
Name: Morris Westview(He prefers to be called "West", because he dislikes the name Morris[thinks it's too fancy] and Westview is technically two words, so he shortened it to West and goes by that.)
Title: West the Marksman
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Country of Origin: Born in England, but has traveled all over.
Race: Witch
Siphon: Childhood Wonder and Amazement
Magic:
West has several magical decks of playing cards. The cards themselves are not magical, but he can channel his magic through them to devastating effect on his enemies, or some useful help for his allies.
For one thing, West can magically change what the card he is holding in his hand is. That's not to say he could turn a card into a bullet, but to say that he can change it from an Ace of Spades to a King of Hearts.
West has explosive cards, that upon contact with an object that they've been thrown at, will cause a small explosion.
West have cards that deal major concussive force, ranging from feeling like you've been punched rather hard to several horse-power of force.
West has cards that, when thrown into the ground, will project a 5x5 magical barrier for thirty seconds.
West has cards he calls "Sticky Cards" he can attach these cards to almost anything, and they will virtually without fail, stick. He can always sense the location of his sticky cards if he focuses on them.
Skills: Card throwing, knife throwing, marksmanship, card tricks, and he's learning his way around a sword.
Personality: Blunt, Joking, Creative, Cocky, Superstitious
History:
West was born in England to his mother, who was a witch, and his absent father. He lived in England until he was seven, at which point his mother revealed to West that she was indeed a witch, causing West to take up magic himself. As West's magical power grew, his mother decided staying in England wouldn't be a good idea for them, as they would be discovered eventually. They went to france and soon begin traveling, even with brief stints in The New World. Eventually, when West was twenty, West, his mother, and a family friend whom had they had been traveling with were in England once again, after a bad experience in one part of France, and his mother and family friend were captured by Clergymen and burnt at the stake. But West managed to flee, eventually making it back to the New World and continuing to move around a great deal. Eventually he heard of Azga's caravan and joined up as a caravan guard and user of card tricks.
Caravan Duties: West is a caravan guard. He also provides side-show entertainment for children during the carnival in the form of card tricks.
Theme song: Keasby Nights by Streetlight Manifesto

Loves: Cards, kids.
Likes: Music(particularly horns), reading, his guns.
Dislikes: People who make fun of him being superstitious, politics, staying in any one place for too long.
Hates: Assholes, the clergy.

Blacksmith/Powders Master: Faye the Fire Starter

Clothing usually worn: Green Coat singed/burnt in places, Black pants and grey shirt. Black boots, Brown leather satchels and pouches with magical powders.
Carries a Musket Slung around her shoulder.


Anything different from appearance than what is seen above: Ember burns on cheeks

Name: Faye White

Title: Faye The Fire Starter

Gender: Female

Age: 29

Country of Origin: Born in England

Race: Witch

Siphon: Burning Wood

Magic: Can manipulate and create fire, increasing and decreasing the intensity of heat.

Skills:
Shooting Flintlocks (Pistols, Muskets, Rifles)
Blacksmithing
Creating magical powders.

Personality:
Serious, To the Point, Sarcastic, Anti-social

History:
Faye was born in England. Her mother was a whore and her father could have been one of many men. She ran from home at a young age and travelled the country, stealing when she needed to. One day she was caught stealing from a blacksmith. The blacksmith took sympathy and took Faye in as if she was his own. Faye worked as the blacksmiths apprentice. In her teens, Faye found out her power and helped around the shop, keeping it secret from her adopted father. Despite this, one day the blacksmith found out and cast her out of the house, leaving her and making sure she was not welcome anymore. Faye then began to travel, surviving day to day. Many years later she found a travelling caravan, who took her in, offering a job and a home.

Caravan Duties:
Faye is the Blacksmith, making and mending weapons from sword to pistols. She also creates magical powders.

Loves:
Firearms, the smell of burning,

Likes:
Being left alone, metal working, alcohol

Dislikes:
Water, Overly friendly people,

Hates:
Clergy, Pacifists.

Chef/Personal Teddy Bear: Drina the Daring

"Yes, I know I'm just an outcast, I shouldn't speak to You.
Still, I see Your face and wonder- Were You once an outcast too?"

D R I N A . T H E . D A R I N G
Clothing usually worn:
When traveling, Drina typically dresses in the same three too-large shirts and a pair of shorts. When it gets cold he typically throws on a pair of pants instead, but otherwise, that's his basic attire. He dresses nicer when walking around town, like wearing shoes, and wearing shirts that fit.

Anything different from appearance than what is seen above:
Drina has several scars on his back, small ones that seem as though made from fingernails. He also had a birthmark on the right side of his hip that looks like a burn. His hands are quite a mess as well, and are often covered in bandages considering they're more often burnt than they are healed.

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Name:
Djorji "Drina" Merikano

Title:
Drina the Daring

Gender:
Male

Age:
Twenty-nine

Country of Origin:
Born in a caravan in the borders of Romania

Race:
Witch

Siphon:
Dipping His Hands in Boiling Water

Magic:
Drina's magic revolves around healing, which is ironic given the scars on his body. From spiritual healing involving a trauma to fixing a broken arm, Drina can fix it. He specializes in mixing his magic with the food, which is why his meals are quite the treat, but is also able to perform direct healing.

Skills:
+Cooking
+Animal Interaction
+Gymnastics
+He plays a mean guitar

Personality:
+Cheerful
+Sexual
+Needy
+Loud
+Surprisingly Religious

History:

Caravan Duties:
Caravan Cook; Part-time Bed Buddy

Theme song:

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Loves:
+Thrills
+Adrenaline Rushes
+Sex
+Food

Likes:
+Rain
+People Easy to Talk to
+Warm Drinks
+Alcohol

Dislikes:
+Shitty Food
+Shitty Sex
+Bad Pain

Hates:
+Being Left Alone
+Clergy's God

glass

Lion Tamer/Animal Carer: Leo the Lion Tamer

Lᴇᴏ ᴛʜᴇ Lɪᴏɴ Tᴀᴍᴇʀ
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Clothing usually worn: He has a red, velvet cape that drapes over his back. It's lined with Snow Leopard's fur. Undernath this cape he wears a golden vest. On this vest is an intricate design of swirls and vines, tangling around his body. Underneath is a plain, white button-up. Below, he wears a pair of straight, black slacks.
Anything different from appearance than what is seen above: On his left forearm is a tattoo of a lion with it's head slung back in a ferocious roar.
Name: Leo
Title: Leo the Lion Tamer
Gender: Male
Age : 28
Country of Origin: Ukraine
Race: Witch
Siphon: The roar of lions
Magic: Can transform completely into any animal, or can transform certain parts of his body into animal body parts (such as turning his hands into lion claws or turning his legs into horse legs to run faster). Also, he can ask animals to do things for him by speaking their language.
Skills: Anything to do with animals
Personality:
+ Quiet
+ Observant
+ Reserved
+ Attentive
+ Mindful
Caravan Duties: Cleans animal's cages, feeds them, cares for them, etc. When shows come around, he has a lion tamer act. Basically, he sticks his head in their mouth, he has them jump through hoops, the works.
Theme song: (just for fun. :) not required.)

Loves: Lions, animals in general
Likes: Silence, being left to his own devices, cigarettes.
Dislikes: Very talkative people, snooty and rich "stiffs" as he calls them
Hates: The Clergy, poachers, people who practice animal cruelty
Glass

Den Mother/Dancer: Sierra of the Crimson Waltz

Appearance:
Clothing usually worn: As little as she can possibly afford to. During her performances, Sierra can be found with very skimpy clothing, typically a robe that reveals her back and a modest amount of cleavage. When she feels that she can afford to be less flashy, she dons many fancy dresses of several kinds that she's lugged around with her for a while.
Anything different from appearance than what is seen above: Sharp canine teeth, red eyes.
Name: Sierra Altrouise de Ramvere III
Title: Sierra of the Crimson Waltz
Gender: Female
Age: Around 27-30, she never says for sure.
Country of Origin: Born in Spain, but her lineage is mostly Dutch.
Race: Witch
Siphon: Blood. Specifically the blood of an unfaithful male.
Magic: Hypnotic suggestion. Sierra herself cannot command, or make anyone do something that they don't want to do against their will. However, what she CAN do is get inside their head, and plant little suggestions, ideas, seeds. The point is that the person they're planted into passes over the seed mentally, and has an idea they believe is theirs that she can have benefit her, them, or anyone around them. However, she cannot plant something completely out of character for that person, or the seed itself will die. She can't make an overly innocent little girl turn into a murderer. Most of the time, this does not work due to the mind purging the seeds, but on the occasions that it does indeed work, it's mostly for her own advantage.
Skills: Cooking some rather exquisite dishes
Rather good at convincing people to do things for her
Skilled in fencing
Personality: Flirtatious, loose, kind, two-faced, and cunning.
History: She rarely refers to it.
Caravan Duties: Sierra does her best to act as a sort of den-mother, trying her best to keep arguments and issues to a minimum. Dancing for the entertainment of others would be her main priority.
Theme song:

Loves: Azga, teasing people, reading, practicing her magic.
Likes: Performing, warm tea with a drop of honey, new clothes.
Dislikes: The sound of insects during silence, cold tea, people who are overly eager.
Hates: Pretentious people, people who can't take a compliment, intense heat.

Adopted NPC: Inyasha: Knife Thrower/Treasurer: Pierre

Name: Pierre L'avous
Age: Late 20's
Gender: Male
Alignment: Wavering (neutral between the caravan and the clergy)
Personality: Bitter, Deceitful, Desperate to prove his worth
About: Works in the Caravan as treasurer and performs as a knife thrower. He is not a very skilled witch whatsoever and compared to the others his talents are laughable. He is supposed to be a Blade witch, a witch who's talents are focused on summoning knives, swords, and other bladed weapons or metal objects as well as levitation. Typically these witches are renowned to be the most graceful of all witches with how beautifully they can summon the blades and work them. Pierre, however, is extremely clumsy and possesses the grace of a duck whose right leg and wing are bound in duct tape. Unfortunately, this clumsiness and desire to prove himself is what caused him to lose an eye, on stage no less when attempting to show off in front of a crowd. He is a good knife thrower, seldom missing his mark, but despises his magic talents and wishes for a stronger magic, thinking that would be the answer to his problems. Born and raised in France.

Cultural Dancer/Messenger/Manual Labor: Takumi the Cherry Blossom

Appearance: Her usual appearance, parasol and all.
Clothing usually worn: Her main outfit, probably the one you'll see her in off-stage.
Anything different from appearance than what is seen above: A cheeky drunk tattoo one night which really gives away her siphon...

Name: Takumi Nakahara
Title: Sakura (Cherry Blossom)
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Country of Origin: Japan, Gion

Race: Witch
Siphon: The smell of roses. (Rose incense could work, but rose perfume, soap, deoderant...they wouldn't suffice.)
Magic: Duplication - The ability to create copies of herself at will. The maximum number of clones present at any time is four, and they share feelings and biological processes (eg if one of them eats, they will all feel full) as well as injuries. They do not drain over time but instead the summoning and dismissal of each clone is a huge drain on energy, therefore it is not unlikely that you see perhaps 2 or 3 of her wandering around.
Skills: (ranging from knife throwing to cooking)

Personality: Proud, elegant, inquisitive, empathetic, hardworking.
History: Only a few facts have been disclosed to the members of the caravan - she was bonded to a Geisha House at 7 years of age, and escaped Japan at 15 for reasons unknown. She travelled as a musician until she located the caravan.
Caravan Duties: Performer (traditional japanese dances/music), Manual labour and Messenger, due to the fact there's almost always more than one of her around.

Loves: New clothes, new geisha make-up and people respecting/partaking in her traditional Japanese culture.
Likes: gifts of any kind, helping/entertaining people, tea, compliments devoid of romantic intent.
Dislikes: disregard of her culture, pushy/flirtatious people, sexism, partaking in romantic relationships.
Hates: sexual assault, sex in any form, capture/imprisonment.

House Maid/Singer: Graziella the Graceful Grey bird

Clothing usually worn: A white long sleeved dress shirt, tucked into a two strapped light grey dress. Adorns a Lilac tie and ribbon. She wears mostly long grey stockings with black ballet flat shoes.

Anything different from appearance than what is seen above:
She has two twin braids that come approximately to her hips. (Her hair is Silver)
She has tattoo of a bird on the back of he neck.

Name: Graziella Manucho
Title: The Graceful Grey Bird
Gender: Female
Age:21
Country of Origin: Motta, Sicily
Race: Magical Being, Elf
Siphon: Powerful Winds (Like, Oh, a storms a brewing wind)
Magic: Levitation. True to the trade, she can lift objects, including herself, with her mind. Although it can be very strenuous on her and she is still trying to keep it under control.

Skills: Graziella is incredibly acrobatic and flexible, she is also a fair cook and has a beautiful singing voice.
Personality: Free, Caring, Friendly, Calm.

History: Graziella was chased out of Italy for her magical origin. A man of Human decent was 'seduced' by a magical being, her mother was executed before her eyes at the age of twelve. Living in secret for years, her powers became extravagantly untamed. On a stormy day, blistering winds and pelting rain, her powers acted on their own, causing objects to fly, soar and crash. It was then that tragedy struck once more. A tree had become unrooted in the storm, crushing her father in a single blow. Accused of murder and witch craft she fled Italy to try and find a safe haven.
Her last words there were "No! Non colpevole!" (Not Guilty)

Caravan Duties: The House Maid, Singer.
Theme song:

Loves: Sweets, Large Plains, Calm Blue Skies
Likes: Helping others, Being Appreciated, Gymnastics
Dislikes: Rain, Some Animals, Bloodshed
Hates: Storms, Abandonment, Cruelty to others

THE CLERGY

Adopted NPC: Solamelike: The Priest

Name: Ivan Rustelburg
Age: 50's
Gender: Male
Alignment:The Clergy
Personality: Traditionalist, Demonizing, Ominous
About: A priest of the travelling templars and crusaders. His words have send hundreds of men against innocents from his passion alone. Born in Russia and raised in England.

Father Valek Von Gunther

Clothing Usually Worn:
An all black attire with crimson lining consisting of his priest robes and boots. It is said that he has a hidden tattoo plastered on his back that not even his fellow priests know of. Said tattoo is actually nothing more than two large scars loosely resembling snake fangs. Furthermore, he has a small vial of blessed water hanging around his neck.

Name: Valek Von Gunther
Age: 37
Gender: Male

Weapon:
A set of stiletto knives, counting six in total, along with a silver long sword that he coats daily in holy water. He keeps his knife weaponry concealed in his cloak while the long sword lays safely in its sheath usually found slung on his back. Also carries around a small black bible for holy protection and divine guidance.

Skills:
Exceeds greatly in close combat. His skill with bladed weapons are mostly limited to his knives and swordplay. But with redundance comes familiarity, and he is as deadly and skilled using these two tools as any war axe or shield. As a priest, it is also required of him to be able to bless the innocent and damn the unholy to a rotting eternity of suffering. As far as religious duties go, he is most efficient in exorcisms.

Personality:
-Forbidding
-Stoic
-Intimidating
-Diligent
-Effective
-Fatalistic

History:
Valek's story began on the day his parents abandoned him and his younger sister to the wilds of the world to fend for themselves. No reason was given, now was one needed. Only empty stomachs and broken hearts. Taken in by the local town church men, it wasn't long before Valek found a new calling in his life. Something of which to give him purpose to his meaningless existence; to go forward and do the Lord's work. For a time, peace was present in the young boy's mind until one warm day in the fall.

An accident of sorts involving the town drunkard in which the intoxicated man inadvertently murdered his sister. Said incident involved the drunk man attempting a magic trick with his younger sister as the volunteer and a loaded musket; as expected, the display ended horribly due to a "miscalculation". The man was hung on the spot by the good citizens and the body of a little girl was buried behind the church.

Fueled by rage and haunted by grief, Valek would commit the rest of his life to hunting down and punishing the wicked for the sake of the innocent. Locking up his emotions, he eventually succeeded as a major priest and so traveled the country in doing God's work and hunting down the most vile of sinners: witches. Rumor has it that he is currently investigating and in pursuit of a certain caravan said to be filled with heretics and sinners alike.

Loves:
-Church
-Humility
-Silence and quiet places
-Crows as well as other birds of prey

Likes:
-Blueberries
-Reading
-The stillness of night
-Paintings of flowers

Dislikes:
-Sour things
-Too much sunlight
-Lawbreakers and criminals
-Concubines
-Pride
-Witches

Hates:
-Snakes
-Liars
-Cowards
-Defying the Holy Word

(This is just a starter. Whatever you want to do, I'll add it to the duties list! Choose what you want to do in the caravan :) )

A Witch in Salem!: Azga the Amazing and his Caravan of Misfits

Anyone have any questions before I put up the ooc?

.::Legend of Zelda :: Whispers in the Night::.

pfffft haha... Jira is my 'weird child.' I look forward to when everyones in a group and Jira takes his mask off--


Even if he is weird, he is kinda one of my better looking characters. That is, without his mask.

.::Legend of Zelda :: Whispers in the Night::.

*facepalm* eats rupees? its like no on in this town knows that everyone chooses to hide their money inside of pottery; what, is this NOT hyrule? *speaking sarcastically* I didn't even think of that one, it made me laugh

Poet's lounge

Catching Flies
A petty thing; isn't it?
The concept that being sweet to all
Is best than being sweet to none?
What source raised this point
What drone ran their mount?
True man is drawn to kindness
Shuns the doubt
Walks to the light
And casts the dark with glory's might.

Yet what endless seams
Bear and Break
When the kind can no longer
Bear and Take.
Spent so much time
Preaching the sweet
No time teaching
How to break Teeth.
No time teaching
For when a woman is brought to her hands
Her knees
Scraping
Screaming
Pleading
"Sir, no, Not me!"

She asks why
Knowing she is kind
Kind to all
And thus she must be broken.
In a society captivated by
Beauty, Royals, the Unspoken
Are we not responsible
For the horrors we cause
By teaching and professing
What will only be our fall?!

Windows shatter
Clothes in tatters
When the Kind are plucked from existence.
With no more to be said
Other than "They were kind,
t'is a shame they are dead."
When the Kind are plucked from existence.
And what hypocrisy
Will we be
When we find our own screams asking
"Why are we, The Kind, plucked from existence?!"

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By Me, ReaptheMusic
Inspired by the idea of 'catching flies with honey.' In many countries, being kind can only get you killed. Yet even so, people are taught harmony, being neighborly regardless of how they may be taken advantage of, hurt, raped or even slaughtered. In a sense, people that commit crimes such as these know exactly how to 'catch flies' hence where this came from. I myself am more of a fly drawn to vinegar (Aiding people in need and subjects of darker themes.) I'm not the best poet in the world but I'm curious to see what you might think! ^^