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Spells in the Dark: The Shadow Queen (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

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I'll be here, probably so I'll get a post up shorty after it starts if I'm not busy doing other things~

Spells in the Dark: The Shadow Queen (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

@Dark Light

Oooh, drama.

Lets do it.

Spells in the Dark: The Shadow Queen (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

@13org

Welp Celia will like Shai.

Starts shipping

Spells in the Dark: The Shadow Queen (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

Celia Mockett

"You smell so...nice."

Appearance:
Standing at a fairly impressive, but lanky five foot seven, Celia isn't all that intimidating as far as appearances go. She has incredibly pale skin typically covered by a light, tattered white colored robe. Bright, blonde nearly white hair with almost fur-like quality falls to her shoulders. Under her robes, she typically wears a white dress that is obviously quite faded and worn. She has tired seeming grey colored eyes, that seem to be mostly focused on whoever is speaking to her...with an almost off putting intensity.

On her back is a rather intricate looking magical seal seared into her flesh in some manner.

Age:
22

Personality:
Generally, Celia is a fairly quiet person. Not out of shyness or inability to speak, but because she often just doesn't have much to say, and speaking is often times a bit too much effort for her to exert. She only speaks when needed, or when asked for her opinion. She is quite a lethargic individual and doesn't leave her room much, often rather spending her time sleeping or doing other low powered activities. She is quite level headed in most situations, and doesn't seem to let many things bother her.

Under that calm, lethargic exterior though, is an incredibly dangerous temper and blood lust. While she is incredibly slow to anger, if one ever gets her riled up - you don goofed. She has shown to have a bit of ill-fated curiosity at times, however, and sometimes shows interest in odd trinkets and things sometimes.

History:

Celia Mockett was once a simple farm girl out in the country. Loving family, and never particularly intended to become a witch. She never particularly had any large ambitions to speak of at all, really. She just wanted a simple, quiet life that was as easy as possible. Life never really goes the way we plan, though. One day when she was young, she was out playing in a nearby forest, venturing deep into the woods, a slight spark of curiosity guiding her deeper into the dark woods.

She got lost.

She wondered for a days, unable to find her way back. However, she did find a cave where she was able to take temporary shelter from a storm. Lost, hungry, but oddly unafraid she took shelter - where she just so happened to find some...'food'. Hungry and with little choice left if she wanted to live, she ate. The cave had been home to a creature. A being of gluttony, cannibalism, and greed. It had been sleeping for a long time, undisturbed until Celia walked in. Finding Celia eating its own food, the creature would have killed her, but something happened. Something possessed the girl. A spirit of some sort, giving her extraordinary power and filling her with an all consuming bloodlust and hunger and took a form similar to that of the other beast.

She managed to kill the beast, and feasted upon its body. She would have remained that way, had a few years later a witch not managed to seal the creature. The witch took her in for a few years, giving her a few tips on how to utilize magic and told her that if she wanted answers and possibly a way to end her possession if she sought it - seek the old glow wood.

So Celia decided to finally give a damn about something, and see if she can find it. If she could, at least she could find a good place to sleep for awhile.

Special Power:
If she was to have a special power, it would be her ability to manipulate blood. Specifically hers, and the spilled blood of others and weaponize it to an extent. She isn't particularly skilled at the craft, but is learning...very...very...slowly.

Things they look for in a partner:
She has never actually thought about it. Relationships with people are tiring. But if she had to say, it'd be someone who isn't totally exhausting to be around.

Pets/Familiars:
N/A

Other:
Celia, is in fact, possessed by a Wendigo. A being similar to a werewolf, though typically once one turns it is impossible to turn back without the aid of magic. The creature is currently sealed, but it still has a rather obvious effect on Celia's personality. A voracious appetite, a surprising amount of strength contained in her frail looking body that only gets stronger the more she allows the beast to take over, and general lethargy and desire to consume human flesh.

Phoebe Longhurst

"look at you, filthy mongrel. Your nothing but a blight upon humanity. Allow me to end your pitiful existence."

Appearance:
Standing at just five foot five, Phoebe would not come off as incredibly physically intimidating on her own. She has pale skin, marred by a few scars across her body from her time as a hunter. Though the only one usually visible is a long one going from her left ear, down to her left shoulder. She has chestnut colored hair with blue eyes, and typically wears custom fitted armor of the Inquisitors of Arasil, a sect of hunters from the church designed to do one thing and one thing only: Find the abominations of the devil and slay them. Be they witches, magic of any sort, or beasts.

Typically, her appearance is concealed beneath a blue cloak. A gold colored sword rests at her hip, and a crossbow on her back with bolts hanging at her belt for easy access. Upon the belt, also exists pouches filled with various things to help one fight any sort of beasts. The armor she wears is made of both easy to move in leather with light metal plates to allow for ease of movement and decent defense against physical elements whilst fighting beasts. However, she is always equipped with a number of armaments either hidden across her body, or quite visible to people.

Age:
24

Personality:
Serious, though not unfriendly or a stick in the mud. While she does not drink nor partake in more questionable activities that other hunters might, she isn't going to attack one for doing something she would not. Not unless she was insulting them on a long list of insults for something else. However, Phoebe loathes all sorts of supernatural entities. They are nothing but an aberration of humanity and mockery of gods work with few exceptions. Beasts must be cleansed from this earth, witches must be made to repent, and demons are to be slain without remorse. Forcefully, if they are unwilling. She is no stranger to cleansing the flesh of a witch through torture.

History:
Her history would start with the killing of her parents and nearly her at the hands of witches. Kidnapped, to be sacrificed in some abhorrent ritual to beckon things not of this world closer. She would have died too, if not for the hunter that saved her from being sacrificed in time. The hunter, clad in black dress, wielding a giant axe and stained in the blood of witches and their thralls, became her role model and caretaker after bringing her to the church.

Her name? Senna Aurelius Constance. A loud mouth, brash, human who took a little too much pleasure in killing things for a sane person. Even so, she wasn't a bad person. Phoebe looked up to her, and after turning fifteen she wanted to become a hunter just like the older woman. So, she trained and joined the inquisitors of the church, just like her. Even as young as she was, she was extremely skilled in both making traps and using whatever she could to outwit witches and bring beasts to their knees. Her and Senna, made an appropriately effective team. Senna, using her silver coated axe and demonic strength to slay beasts and witches alike with Phoebe assisting with handmade weapons and armaments the Inquisitors eventually adopted as a much more effective means of killing beasts and witches.

When she was twenty three, though, they had to part ways. Senna left the church and Phoebe to travel. For whatever reason she never clarified, but Phoebe was told to go investigate Seren's folly on rumors of witches - and bring them the lords light.

Signature Weapon:

Weapons of the trade

Hunter Tools:
While not exactly a single weapon, they are her main choice of armament against any beast she might come across and she prides herself on being able to adapt to any possible situation whatsoever. The tools are completely varied, and always differ in function except for one: Killing witches and beasts. Any hunter of the inquisitors finds themselves in possession of these items, and can often make them themselves.

A few of the more common ones she carries on her person at all times are as follows:
Firebomb:
Their most simple and effective means of fighting anything the church deems unclean. These spherical objects contain a secret, volatile mixture of substances of pyrophoric materials that upon pulling a string separating the chemicals, is thrown and upon impact break and cause an initial explosion followed by releasing a slow burning oily substance onto their targets. They are lightweight, weighing only roughly two-three pounds. Typically, she carries around six or seven on her at any given time. While they can and will burn on almost anything, they are fairly easily avoided if one can anticipate them, but if you do get hit you're probably going to get more than a little sunburn.

Bottles of Holy Water:
Small flasks of water blessed by a high ranking priest of the church. While its effectiveness is questionable, it is standard for church hunters to carry at least a few with them. The purity of Holy water is the second line of defense against beasts and witches alike, as water rejects all that is evil.

Throwing Knives
An arsenal of finely serrated, lightweight throwing knives she always carries on her person. She typically keeps around twenty on her body in various places. They aren't particularly anything special, and while not the most damaging of things they can catch foes unaware and for larger beasts, stun them if they are struck in the right spot. Depending on the target they are coated in a different substance to help with the hunt. A Mixture of wolfsbane and gold dust for witches, and poison for werewolves and other beasts.

Various Poisons:
Witches may be magical entities, but they are still human. Or at least, they have human bodies. Human bodies are weak. She has a variety of poisons she can make fairly easy. All of which, have nasty either immediate effects upon someone who is inflicted with it, or something much more subtle and long term.

Cross Pendant:
A standard issue silver and gold, rosary cross any hunter should keep on their person. While not exactly the most effective weapon if one is able to get close enough to a witch, it is going to probably hurt a bit enough to get a fatal blow in.

Crossbow Bolts:
Her method of direct armament, should she decide to engage in semi-direct fight. It is a simple, but effective contraption kept at her side at all times. Its just as the name states, a simple lightweight crossbow. However, the bolts are the thing that are a bit special. She keeps about ten-twenty bolts on her at all times, strapped to her belt at her waist for quick and easy reloading. Depending, they can have a bit of a different effect. Tie a firebomb to one to make for a easily delivered payload of fun times, coat it in poison, wolfsbane and lavender, or whatever else that could potentially be harmful to witches and beasts.

Nets (Spiked, weighted):
Typically, she carries at least two of each on her. The spiked nets for hindering enemies movement, as well as tearing flesh of beasts. Weighted ones for less injury, but for more hindrance in case one needs to slow or make a hasty escape. Typically, fired from a special tube after being loaded into the crossbow.

Inquisitors Lantern:
A lantern worn at the hip to light dark areas and help one see. While not exactly a weapon, it could be fairly easy to turn it into a makeshift source of fire should one spill oil and light it.

Other:
She is quite creative when it comes to making weapons and such things. While these are her standard armaments, it is by no means a complete definitive list of items in her arsenal. If she needs to get creative and make something else for a situation, she is perfectly capable if she has enough time and materials. Often carries wolfsbane and lavender on her.

The major, major downside to all of her armaments is that they are limited in quantity. Once they run out, she can not just magic some more up. So while her tools are incredibly effective most of the time, prolonged battles can and will go poorly for the ill equipped. Of course, that is why one learns to adapt and be agile and swift enough to be able to either run or wait until the right moment to strike.

Other weapons:
Hunters Crossbow:
Her first choice of weapon, often used with her bolts. Fires them reliably, swiftly, and can be reloaded with ease.

Inquisitors Sword:
If all else fails, falling back to good, firm, steel is always the faithfuls last line of defense against immeasurable odds and devilish beasts. It is a simple sword, coated with a layer of silver. Often times, before hunts Wolfsbane and Lavender is smeared along the blade, just in case.

Things they look for in a partner:
Steadfast morality, unshakeable morals and one who always works to do the right thing even if they do not always succeed.

Pets/Familiars:
Has a pet cat that traveled with her from the church to Seren's folly. Likes sleeping on the pews there and often begs cutely for food and pets. Doesn't have a name. 'Cat' does just fine.

Spells in the Dark: The Shadow Queen (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

@Ellion

so.

I did a thing.

Not entirely at all inspired by bloodborne again.

If this is too much, do tell. I do not plan for the other bit to become relevant for awhile, or at least if it does Celia probably will either die or become consumed by bloodlust to the point of no return. I can always take it out, don't mind at all~

Celia Mockett

"You smell so...nice."

Appearance:
Standing at a fairly impressive, but lanky five foot seven, Celia isn't all that intimidating as far as appearances go. She has incredibly pale skin typically covered by a light, tattered white colored robe. Bright, blonde nearly white hair with almost fur-like quality falls to her shoulders. Under her robes, she typically wears a white dress that is obviously quite faded and worn. She has tired seeming grey colored eyes, that seem to be mostly focused on whoever is speaking to her...with an almost off putting intensity.

On her back is a rather intricate looking magical seal seared into her flesh in some manner.

Age:
22

Personality:
Generally, Celia is a fairly quiet person. Not out of shyness or inability to speak, but because she often just doesn't have much to say, and speaking is often times a bit too much effort for her to exert. She only speaks when needed, or when asked for her opinion. She is quite a lethargic individual and doesn't leave her room much, often rather spending her time sleeping or doing other low powered activities. She is quite level headed in most situations, and doesn't seem to let many things bother her.

Under that calm, lethargic exterior though, is an incredibly dangerous temper and blood lust. While she is incredibly slow to anger, if one ever gets her riled up - you don goofed. She has shown to have a bit of ill-fated curiosity at times, however, and sometimes shows interest in odd trinkets and things sometimes.

History:

Celia Mockett was once a simple farm girl out in the country. Loving family, and never particularly intended to become a witch. She never particularly had any large ambitions to speak of at all, really. She just wanted a simple, quiet life that was as easy as possible. Life never really goes the way we plan, though. One day when she was young, she was out playing in a nearby forest, venturing deep into the woods, a slight spark of curiosity guiding her deeper into the dark woods.

She got lost.

She wondered for a days, unable to find her way back. However, she did find a cave where she was able to take temporary shelter from a storm. Lost, hungry, but oddly unafraid she took shelter - where she just so happened to find some...'food'. Hungry and with little choice left if she wanted to live, she ate. The cave had been home to a creature. A being of gluttony, cannibalism, and greed. It had been sleeping for a long time, undisturbed until Celia walked in. Finding Celia eating its own food, the creature would have killed her, but something happened. Something possessed the girl. A spirit of some sort, giving her extraordinary power and filling her with an all consuming bloodlust and hunger and took a form similar to that of the other beast.

She managed to kill the beast, and feasted upon its body. She would have remained that way, had a few years later a witch not managed to seal the creature. The witch took her in for a few years, giving her a few tips on how to utilize magic and told her that if she wanted answers and possibly a way to end her possession if she sought it - seek the old glow wood.

So Celia decided to finally give a damn about something, and see if she can find it. If she could, at least she could find a good place to sleep for awhile.

Special Power:
If she was to have a special power, it would be her ability to manipulate blood. Specifically hers, and the spilled blood of others and weaponize it to an extent. She isn't particularly skilled at the craft, but is learning...very...very...slowly.

Things they look for in a partner:
She has never actually thought about it. Relationships with people are tiring. But if she had to say, it'd be someone who isn't totally exhausting to be around.

Pets/Familiars:
N/A

Other:
Celia, is in fact, possessed by a Wendigo. A being similar to a werewolf, though typically once one turns it is impossible to turn back without the aid of magic. The creature is currently sealed, but it still has a rather obvious effect on Celia's personality. A voracious appetite, a surprising amount of strength contained in her frail looking body that only gets stronger the more she allows the beast to take over, and general lethargy and desire to consume human flesh.

Spells in the Dark: The Shadow Queen (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

@Ellion

Sweeet.

If my internet behaves, I'll try having something up soon.

Pokémon: Start

~Claire Blackwood~

@PlatinumSkink

Current Team

Ralia, Ralts
Level: 7
Status: Perfectly fine.

Inventory

Potion x1
Antidote x1
pokeball x5

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Upon making the Illusory copies, Ralia had already moved to the side, letting one of the copies take its place as Ledyba phased right through it. Success! Of course, there was only so much double team could do. If they still got hit, then they'd likely take a bit of a beating so they should take care of that first before doing anything. The illusory copies numbered about three, about all that Ralts could manage at the moment but it was enough for them to be able to fool the Ledyba for now.

"Alright Ralia, lets give 'em a show!" Not missing a beat, Ralia and her illusory copies assembled closely together, the one Ladyba moved to attack next merely twirled through the bug type as if it was dancing and quickly joined the others. "Use Growl! Follow it up with a Confusion!"

All the Ralts raised their hands, doing a little twirl in apparent preparation to attack - but only one of the copies, the real one actually did. It came from the one on the far left of the line, but as soon as the attack was over all of the Ralts twirled and shuffled, as if they were performing some dance for an unknown audience. If the Ledyba was paying attention, it would notice that Ralia had moved towards the middle of the group.

Spells in the Dark: The Shadow Queen (18+ For dark and suggestive themes)

@Ellion

Hey hey, it's me again! I was a part of the first one like, really really long time ago.

I was wondering...if...maaaybe you still had room for little old me? I'll probably play a witch. I have a rather different idea than for one I had last time.

Might make a return of Sen in some fashion - I miss her snark and grumpiness.

Promise I won't drop this time due to life stuff.

St. Sappho Academy, Medieval Magic Academy (Invite Only)

~Sorcha~

The dragon grinned brightly. She didn't get to fly as often, and it had been so long since she had flown with another. It might be a bit of a quick little flight, but she'd make the most of it. Although, the fact that Luna was brushing her hair was a bit concerning. She was just going to have to do it again.

"I'd bring that with you. You're gonna need it." Before She gave Luna any warning though, the dragon ushered the knight to the window which was quickly pushed open as she ignored any last minute protests she might have. "Hope your not scared of heights!" Suddenly, Sorcha wrapped Luna in a firm hug from behind her as her arms wrapped around the Knights waist. Not even a few seconds after, Sorcha leaped out of it, carrying Luna with her as her wings unfurled just as they cleared the window.

A second of free fall before Luna would find herself being pulled upwards at a fair pace by the dragon. The voices of a few students below indicated both surprise, awe, and some mild irritation.

"Hold oooon dear!~" The dragon shouted as she started making a near vertical ascent towards the sky, making sure to hold tightly to Luna. Soon, she was soaring over the campus. It was a beautiful sight most would never get to see in their lives. One could see the entire campus, city, and even the lake and nearby forest from the height they were at. Of course, she was taking a bit longer than she said she was going to take.

"Ha...Lovely view, no?" The dragon asked, slowing to a more reasonable pace as they started circling the campus.

Gwynn

"I've been attending classes." Gwynn said with a dismissive huff. Not a complete lie, though also not the complete truth. She did skip classes sometimes if she could get away with Maoin not knowing, but for the most part she either slept or just wasn't paying attention. To busy making a new little ice sculpture or doing something more worthwhile with her time other than learning history.

"Army of dolls?" Gwynn looked down at the horde of dolls carrying her. "Students are scared of these things? Pfft." The blond chuckled. "Wow, what, is this school full of losers or something? These things aren't scary at all. I bet I could take all of them on myself." She boasted, giving Katherine a smug smirk with a small laugh.

~Kostis & Lyssa~

"Lyssa~!" She replied cheerily, not removing herself from Swens side. Instead, she simply turned her head upwards to look at Swen, giving him a bright grin. "And yoooou are the only person in this entire school I don't know! So hi! You are now obligated to be my new best friend and I'm not taking no for an answer!"
Kostis said nothing for a few seconds as the unexpected girl tackled Swen, before chuckling quietly.

"My, Lord Magierprinz. Popular with the fairer sex are we?" Lyssa didn't respond, merely started nuzzling Swens' side with her head in an affectionate seeming manner.

~Cynthia~

"Aggressive and honesty are two different things." Cynthia wasn't being aggressive, was she? She was simply speaking the truth as she saw it. Perhaps it was aggressive to some, but Cynthia dismissed the thought. She wasn't paid to be aggressive. She was paid by Livia to give her honest opinion on people and things when asked.

"And I do believe we both know that noble Swen's funds are far from limitless." She continued. "But failing that, what else would you wish?"

~Livia~

Livia watched Fia leave with some apprehension. She was unsure whether she would be alright on her own. A number of things that could possibly go wrong went through her head. She could get lost, someone might try and harm her...it was odd, that she was feeling this attached to the phoenix, honestly. Barely had known her for a few weeks, and she already was caring for her more than she should. Livia sighed, shaking her head.

Well, whatever happened would happen.

Hopefully nothing would, and she could let this pleasantness stay as it was.

Pokémon: Start

@PlatinumSkink

I mean, Ralts is a psychic type so I am assuming it works differently for a pokemon like Ralts. Rather than ridiculous speed, it's more psychic power.

I'd say that the copies have no physical form, can't interact with anything have no shadows, etc. For the most part I'd say they should be able to move and stuff, but that's it. Plus, moves like Odor sleuth and others make an evasive target able to be hit no matter what.

but, just my opinion. Feel free to do with the move what you want~