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Yes, you.I can just go with it ^-^
I could go through and check when I get on my laptop?
I can rp with either of those two ^-^
They hadn't retaliated, nor had they thought it a good idea to dismiss the guardian that had gotten her family killed. No, nothing had been done. And that was why Desdemona thought it was her job to fix their mistake. They thought that they could allow such a thing to happen, but she knew otherwise.
( iv ) new world order
She worked hard, and diligently. She honed her powers to the place that they are now. She was taking no chances with her situation. No, none at all. If she wanted revenge, she'd have it be something grand and burning. But that sort of thing takes time. And she has been biding hers for so long.
▐ ❝ welcome to your life ❞
[Aʟʟɪᴇs] open
[Eɴᴇᴍɪᴇs] the coven, hunters
[Fʀɪᴇɴᴅs] open
[Aᴄϙᴜᴀɪɴᴛᴀɴᴄᴇs ]
[Pᴇᴛs] None; she doesn't do well with pets.
[Rᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ] (view spoiler)
[Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ] Trust Fund Baby
[Mᴏᴅᴇ ᴏғ Tʀᴀɴsᴘᴏʀᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ] (view spoiler)
☽Oᴛʜᴇʀ☾
▬▬▬ ✦ ✧ ✦✧۞☽☾۞✧✦ ✧ ✦▬▬▬
▬▬▬ ✦ ✧ ✦✧۞☽☾۞✧✦ ✧ ✦▬▬▬
▐ ❝ everybody wants to rule the world; I want to burn it ❞
▬▬▬ ✦ ✧ ✦✧۞BASICS۞✧✦ ✧ ✦▬▬▬
☽Ƒιяѕт Ɲαмє☾ Desdemona
☽Mι∂∂ℓє Ɲαмє☾ Ophelia
☽Lαѕт Ɲαмє☾ Waters
[Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ] Des, Mona
[Nᴀᴍᴇ Mᴇᴀɴɪɴɢs] (view spoiler)
☽Agє☾ Twenty-one ( 21 )
[Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ] October 25th
[Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ] Athens, Greece
[Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ] 9:45 am
☽Ƶσ∂ιαc Sумвσℓ☾ Scorpio ( ♏ )
[Asᴄᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ] ☑
☽Ɠєη∂єя☾ Female ( ♀ )
[Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ] Pansexual
[Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs] Single ☑ Taken ☐
▬▬▬ ✦ ✧ ✦✧۞WITCH DETAILS۞✧✦ ✧ ✦▬▬▬
☽ Ƈσνєη Ɯιтcн ☾
☽ Hιєяαяcну Ƥσѕιтιση ☾ Witch Guardian
[ʀᴀɴᴋ] Novice
☽Ƥσωєяѕ & Aвιℓιтιєѕ☾
(view spoiler)
▐ ❝ nothing ever lasts forever ❞
▬▬▬✧ ✦✧۞PHYSICAL FEATURES۞✧✦ ✧▬▬▬
☽ Aρρєαяαηcє ☾
(view spoiler)
[Fᴀᴄᴇᴄʟᴀɪᴍ] Kaya Scodelario
[Dᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴ] Desdemona is elegant in her looks. An imperial black is her hair, glossy and long. She doesn't much care for it, but the one feature that she supposes could be noticeable are her eyes. Often times a liquid blue, they have a habit of shifting to burning emerald green in some lights. She suspects it has much to do with her magic, but doesn't truly care. Her lips are supple and soft, a tainted shade of innocent pink. She's not tall, but she's not short either at 5'6", and content to be at such a height.
[Hᴀɪʀ] Glossy black
[Eʏᴇs] Liquid Blue, Emerald Green
[Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ] 152 lbs
[Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ] 5 ft 6
[Bᴏᴅʏ Tʏᴘᴇ] Slim
[Bʟᴏᴏᴅ Tʏᴘᴇ] A+
[Tᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏs; Pɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢs; Mᴀʀᴋɪɴɢs; ᴇᴛᴄ...] A small burn at the back of her neck.
▐ ❝ there's a room where the light won't find you ❞
▬▬▬✧ ✦✧۞MENTAL TRAITS۞✧✦ ✧▬▬▬
[Lɪᴋᴇs]
☑ Tea
☑ Swimming
☑ When a plan comes together
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[Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs]
☒ Unpredictable factors
☒ The Coven
☒ Being interrupted
[Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs ]
☼ Deception
☼ Planning
☼ Attention to detail
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[Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs]
☁ Carries a burdening hate
☁ Easily tired out
☁ Overly nostalgic
☽Ƥєяѕσηαℓιту☾ One could say that Desdemona is like the waters of the oceans. She is a vast expanse of elegance of a cold sweetness, a distant affection. But, her waves are churning. She is the calm before the storm, the quiet before the howling winds. She is, quite really, the deceiving surface of the waves above the tumultuous sea. She is a brewing storm, dangerously close and yet unassuming in a predictability it might emit. To many, she is simply a poised and well mannered young woman. They don't skim past the surface of her, don't try to see into the other layers of her essence. They don't see that dead look in her eyes, the very gates to her soul. They don't want to, because maybe they already know.
There is a part of her that has already begun to let go. Let go of what; she's not really sure yet. And that doesn't please her. She doesn't like not knowing, being left in the dark about anything. It's why she's so good about staying up to date. If a conflict arises, she's the first to know. The same should be said about her internal life, her very being. And yet, she doesn't know what she's letting go of. It's certainly not her hate for the coven. No, she's drowning in that. It'll never let her go, and she doesn't want to let it go. It's essentially her only reason for living, and where would she be without it?
Desdemona works best alone. While she may seem like someone very much capable of getting along with others, she simply cannot. It's not in her nature to work as an equal with people. There are only one way she sees things: with her as the head and everyone else as the tail. She has fooled people much over the years, thinking that they may be the geniuses, but they miss her. They always overlook the fact that she is capable of pulling strings, and they she could very well be stringing them along as puppets. It's only a simple matter of calculation and patience, both of which Des is very good at.
She will never forgive, even if it may seem like she has. Desdemona doesn't let go of anything, doesn't let it breathe. It'll fester and rot within in her until she sees fit, until she sees that it's time for her to pay back what was given to her.
☽Ƒαтαℓ Ƒℓαω☾ Hatred. There are things that Desdemona simply cannot let go of, and they hold fast. She doesn't let much of anything go until she believes that she has gotten the right compensation or has had ample revenge.
▐ ❝ acting on your best behavior ❞
▬▬▬✧ ✦✧۞PERSONAL ANECDOTE۞✧✦ ✧▬▬▬
[Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ]
♚ Magdrial Waters / deceased / 05/08 / Witch / 29 / Mᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
♛ Aaron Waters / deceased / 05/08 / Witch / 32 / Fᴀᴛʜᴇʀ
♟ Tennyson Waters/ deceased / 05/08 / Witch / 10 / Bʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
♛ name/alive/age/animal form/Fᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ
☽Ɓαcкgяσυη∂☾
( i ) in the beginning
In the beginning, there was man and woman, and there was love. In the beginning, there was magic and secrets, and there was hope. In the beginning, there was Magdrial Heins and Aaron Waters, and there was life. The two of them had only known each other through coven connections, with no real hope of ever meeting until they were thrown together via a meeting for discussion of Wraiths. See, Wraiths were beginning to be a problem, even as they are now. They threatened witches as a whole, and they couldn't be allowed to continue on in their ways, lest they all burn.
But, that was besides the point. What really mattered was that they met, and they began to date. Or, as Aaron's mother would have it said, courted. This continued on, a fifteen year old girl tugged in behind her mother and an eighteen year old boy assisting his grandmother, in secret. The age difference was enough to ward people off the idea, but it didn't seem to stop the two of them. When Magdrial turned eighteen, they married. Too fast, too sudden was the overlaying complaint to their marriage, but they weren't discouraged. Instead, they fell even more deeply in love with each other's devotion.
Soon after their wedding, Magdrial became pregnant. But, that child wasn't to be Desdemona. It was her brother, two years her elder, that popped out as the first child. The happy couple was ecstatic, but uncertain. It was the same uncertainty that plagued every new parent. But, it passed with each minute, hour, day, month, until finally that planned for another child. Desdemona, they would name her, not quite aware of the misery she'd go through later.
( ii ) when I was a child, I acted as a child
She was spoiled. Being the only girl in an affluent family tended to make it easy to be spoiled. Was she a brat? Perhaps; Desdemona wouldn't think so at the time, but when has someone never been a brat? Are they not allowed that one moment of brattiness to make up for whatever else they do? They'd moved to Grievance Ridge a month after Des' birth. Her parents hadn't thought much of staying in Greece, as all that was there fore them was family that couldn't stand them.
Desdemona, blessedly, got along well with her brother. The two of them were inseparable. You would think they might have been joined at the hip, the way they were seen together so often. Tennyson was the perfect older brother. So caring and patient. He knew better than to run ahead of her, out the reach of her fingers. She'd wail and scream, cry and slobber until he came running back. But one day, he ran ahead of her and never came back. She cried, and cried, and cried some more until her little legs carried to an inferno of what had been her home.
She could hear the screaming of people, workers and her family. She could smell the flesh roasting in the flames as her home burned to the ground. She felt hands pulling her back and screams ripping through her small frame. It would be the last time she'd seen her brother run away from her for just a moment.
( iii ) there's a cult inside of me
Desdemona was seventeen when her powers started. It was the usual thing where she was set in her ways of vengeance and malice. She didn't act out in school among her peers. There were rumors, instead. How she could be found with the worst kinds of people, how she spent her money on worthless things. It was true that she had been left a sizeable amount of money with the death of her family, but it wasn't true that she didn't care. The apathetic air to her, the perpetual calm that people saw was a simple mask they didn't think to look beyond.
She had been through a particularly rough patch with disdain from her peers. Rumors, jeers, even the occasional insult in the hallway became too unbearable. She wanted to slip away, let it all shed from her like a second skin. In a way, it did. She felt her muscles meld together, and her skin burned for what felt like hours. Until, finally, she was seeing the world in a different way. The stall that she'd hid herself in, the one that she had gone to so often to keep her composure, was the very same one she slithered out of.
There was a frenzy, to say the least. Screaming children, flustered adults, and then sirens. Animal control, a cage, darkness. She somehow managed to escape, and by the time she was human again, people had calmed down. They hadn't quite noticed her disappearance in all the chaos, but it had been close. Desdemona, then, began to think differently of her situation. She could no longer look at what happened to her family as a simple tragedy that she'd resent for the rest of her life. There was something more to it that she was missing, something that had to be rectified.
Which was what set her on her small vendetta. She gathered her information, tracing it all the way down to the very hunters that did it. Sure, she could have stopped there, but that didn't satisfy her. The coven had overlooked the bulk of what had happened.
Yeah, thanks.
I'm good with anything. ^-^
Okay, so this basically an explanation as to why my hierarchy claims haven't been finished.One. Senior projects have started, and I was studying for exams before. I ended up not having as much time as I thought I would.
Two. I would have worked on them today, but my mother had this weird attack thing and nearly died so I was watching her all today.
and yeah
I had her revenge and such in the works since before most of the characters were started, but sure. My characters will be pretty neutral aside from hunters and such.
ꝀŦ ~๓ครợยєгค๔є ợยєєภ~ wrote: "sucre'd fiend wrote: "Also,I'm stuck between two ideas for Rami Malek.
The first was that he'd be a familiar. I'm not sure what his disgrace would have been, but if he should be a familiar, he'd ..."
okay, a hunter he'll be ^-^
jacob; your take on Desdemona's history?
pudding; that'd be great ^-^
Also,I'm stuck between two ideas for Rami Malek.
The first was that he'd be a familiar. I'm not sure what his disgrace would have been, but if he should be a familiar, he'd most likely end up as a cat or bird of some kind. Still makes mistakes, constantly really, and suffering from terrible anxiety and feelings of inferiority.
The second was that he'd be a hunter that no one really thinks is cut out for the job. But, he'd be perfectly capable, if not one of the best, at doing what he does. He'd perhaps even be a little unstable. Hunting would likely have been in his blood, carried down through his family. And his cover would likely be a performing artist, a concert violinist.
Okay, so Desdemona is almost done; I just need her history. Sadly, I am a bit stuck.See, she's supposed to be particularly vengeful and harboring hatred for the coven, because somewhere along the way, it got her family killed. I was thinking that one of the mortal guardians or perhaps even a witch guardian, had squealed about her family for some reason, and hunters found them. She'd subsequently blame the coven as a whole, since the mortal/witch guardian had been given the position by the coven.
Does that seem plausible?
Brionna has darker skin.
Victoria Campbell
Would it be possible for a witch to have been cursed into being a familiar as well as immortal?
I was going to say that I was looking for one as well, but Hayley beat me to it.
