( position ) mortal + witch guardian // elder( activity ) I'm on everyday, but I may be a little slow in replying as exams come up.( roleplay example ) (view spoiler)[There was an impossible sense of relation in the lone figures that straggled outside her window. The large bay windows, mind you, of relative wealth and ennui. Desdemona looked on as one person cut her hedges, and another pretended a stance of labor whilst smoking a cigarette aimlessly. There was a collective sighing from all three parties, though two were not as pronounced. There was a tiresome ache of frustration that burned a pit in Desdemona's stomach, but it would never ebb. It was the size of a fist, hot and unrelenting. Frustration, though, was only a mild side-effect of the true fire.Her lips, pink and delicate like a rose, parted in yet another sigh before closing around the porcelain of her coffee mug. Like everything in her home, it was a soft off-white color. A deception of hue, or rather, the lack thereof; just as she was a deception. She was a simple host of complexity, a mortal figure in the eyes of those ignorant. But, most of all, she was a confidant for those that thought she could keep their secret. It wasn't a secret she wanted to harbor, all these things they said to her. What she truly wanted a burning of everything and everyone.But, that was besides the point. She was a hollow vessel, aside from that raging fire of vengeance and violence. Another sigh, another sip, and she moved away from the window at last. If the eyes were to window to the soul, she supposed as she closed the shutters, then it was best that she kept them devoid of entry. There were things within her that she suspected could burn a person at a glance. (hide spoiler)]
Kali knew that she was a big hassle for the Secret-Keepers with her black clothes and pentagrams, but it was what she was used to. Besides, the people in the town were used to seeing her. She was one of the rare few that had that ability to brazenly hide right in plain sight. She stood out, even when she was with other, more powerful witches. But that had never bothered her. At this point she'd been the way she was for so long, it didn't even really occur to her. But even with her proverbial line in the sand definitely farther ahead than most people's, this was ridiculous."I am not wearing that." She said flatly, absently twirling a strand from the white half of her hair around one finger. "Devi, I don't care if you're going to lose a bet because of my refusal. I can wear many things, but I will not wear that god-awful piece of trash." she shook her head, eyeing the frilly pink dress in her brother's grip with extreme distrust. "I also don't care how much money you put on that bet. It's a no from me." She said firmly. But she could only see the pleading look on his face for so long, so she sighed. "I'm not wearing that, but I'll pay you however much you bet." She conceded, shaking her head and instantly regretting her decision at the relief that crossed his face.
Tao sat on the roof of the apartment building and took in a deep breathe. I miss the smell of his cologne. . . he thought to himself.It had been exactly a month since he had arrived at Grievance Ridge, and he hadn't made any contact with any supernaturals since he arrived. Not that he wanted to. Witch hunters, Wraiths, Covens, they were all different but had a similar motive, rise above the others to be the strongest. That contributed to that loss of his entire family, and the love of his life.Why did I even come here, I don't want to or need to join a Coven." he thought solemnly, rolling what would have been his engagement ring between his fingers on the chain around his neck. The metal felt cold, making him think about that cold night 2 years ago. He slipped the ring back into his shirt and traced his fingers along the tiles of the roof, a trail a frost left in his fingers trace. He sighed and stood, taking out a picture of his lost fiancée. He smiled at the picture of Kris then looked out upon the town, the lights of buildings illuminating the cloudy night skies. He folded the picture and slipped it into his pocket.No use waiting anymore, it's about time I made my move." Tao thought, looking out onto the town, his eyes a swirl of loss and vengeance
[ Name ] Keiko E. Katsura[ Age ] 18[ Position ] Rogue Witch[ Rank ] Novice
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