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Witch Cat Member
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Science is just Magic people made boring
8 yrs ago
- Last Seen: 7 yrs ago
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Science is just Magic people made boring
8 yrs ago
Happy New Years to All!
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9 yrs ago
It's been "cold ass morning and hot ass afternoon" for too long now. I wanna be able to wear a jacket in the morning without melting into a puddle a few hours later.
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9 yrs ago
I joined like three raffles send ~*~good vibes~*~ y'all
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9 yrs ago
Happy birthday to me!
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Bio
"Welcome one, welcome all, feast your eyes upon the magnificent, the terrific, the powerful, the terrifying, the amazing,"
"Hi~"
Yes, it is I, the one and only Witch Cat! Who am I? Well, I'm a witch, and a cat, a witch cat if you will, and that's coincidently my name too! But I suppose you want to know more than that. So here are a few tabs to answer your questions for you!
Oh helleur, what a pawsome surprise seeing you here. It's just purrfect that you dropped in meow, I'm glad to have you. Oh I'm just kitten, I'll stop with the puns now.
Well, hello, I'm Witch Cat, as you already know. And I'm an unimportant nobody on the internet with no life! Well, that first part is a lie, I'm wanted in 17 states but I digress. I guess you want to know a little more about me, so here goes. (God, I never learned how to start these)
So umm, I'm just a RPer on the internets. I'm from Iran, which makes me a PURRsian, and I moved to the states a while ago. I know 4 languages, only 2 of those fluently, but I still prefer RPing and talking in English. I'm not really a witch or a cat (or am I?), but I still like making good luck jars and sigils for the ~＊~ＡＥＳＴＨＥＴＩＣ~＊~. I think I have a notebook full of sigils and written rituals lying somewhere that I use for RPs.
Speaking of RPs, before the most I've done are short 1x1 RPs with strangers on Omegle, very few RPs which I remember fondly. But coming to the RPGuild was my first experience RPing in a group and I've been loving it so far! I've met a lot of wonderful people, joined a bunch of memorable RPs, and had a butt load of fun. Can't wait for more!
RPs I'm In
RPs I GM In
- None!
Will update soon, but for now, enjoy a gif of Suzy/AKA genderbent me tbh
Well, that's pretty much it. I'll probs add more stuff later but for now,
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I'm just here waiting for the flame wars
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(Oh hey two witches in a row)
(Oh hey two witches in a row)
This again.
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Banned for not trying harder
Banned for fighting
"Eudora draws the death card."
But! The Death tarot doesn't only represent death, it also represents new beginnings, change, and transformation. So here's hoping the only thing Eudora will encounter is a self help book
But! The Death tarot doesn't only represent death, it also represents new beginnings, change, and transformation. So here's hoping the only thing Eudora will encounter is a self help book
Update has gone up! :) Fun fact: 3 NPCs in this update were originally thought up for other RPs, but I decided to tie them in. Bonus points if you can say who they are and how they tie in to other RP characters of mine.
Can I use a life line?
Sylvia Strange
”Well?”
She looked down at the boy again, puzzled and frustrated. The boy that just stood staring, blood dripping from him as he started giggling. Sylvia felt her stomach drop, unable to process this eerie scene that unfolded in front of her. Sylvia, bewildered and not really thinking, leaned in to hug the boy, before pausing and looking down at her white and clean shirt. She opted instead to give the boy a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder.
A screech of tires snapped Sylvia’s head back up, she saw a car speed towards them. She rose from her knees, joints tensing as she grasped harder at the stick. Her first instinct was to treat the car as a threat, after all she had been through, it’s best to assume everything around her was not normal.
The car stopped, the door opened and Sylvia got ready to swing at whatever came out of that door.
Sylvia immediately sighed with relief, almost chuckling as she wiped the sweat the formed at her brow and dropped the stick. It wasn’t a demon or an assassin, just some probably very confused woman. ”Hey!” she waved while she grasped the boy’s shoulder tighter, as if afraid he might run. ”Do you know him?” she asked while gesturing to the boy, treating the piled up bodies as an everyday occurrence. Sylvia mostly just wanted someone to take the boy from her hands, and clean up the bodies too.
Bottom-line, Sylvia just wanted to go home. And a pile of bodies and a murder boy were severely complicating that.
Eudora Esmeralda Erebus
Location: Hut/Home
Interacting With: No one
Interacting With: No one
Eudora jolts awake, letting out a choked noise. A mix of a snort and a sigh. She blinks around wildly, her house was still and quiet. The soot still remained, and her pets were gone, most likely dozing outside or scaring the squirrels.
She let out a grunt as she rubbed her temples with her sore fingers, thinking back to the dream she just woke from, desperately trying to piece together it’s meaning. Eudora’s dreams always had meaning, a great prophecy or an important warning, always something worth listening too. However, Eudora at the moment couldn’t piece anything together. Images of a girl playing with an ouija board and a headless man flashed in her mind again, trying to remember their faces before they became smudges of flesh coloured streaks of light in her mind. She only could vaguely guess who they were, but whoever they were, they had to be somewhat important to her. She looked back at her ruined door. Should she go find them?
Last time she went out, she was almost killed, so venturing out into that world seemed even less fun. Eudora heaved another sigh as she got up, walking over to a busted shelf to pick up a deck of tarot cards. Whenever Eudora couldn’t make up her mind, she’d let someone else choose for her.
Eudora sat at her wobbly table, deep cuts dotted its surface and the wood was soaked in the scent of spices. She started shuffling the cards, muttering some prayers and questions to all who were listening, as she spread her deck, she infused it with her intent. ”Will I be safe? Should I go?”
She trusted her cards wouldn’t fail her. The answers might be vague, but at least she’ll get answers.
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