Post by Ryann Karr on Sept 1, 2018 8:50:43 GMT -5
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Character's full name: Ryann Victoria Karr
Age:18
Group Species: Human Witch
Gender: Female
Alignment: Neutral Good
Features: petite, 5'2", 100lbs. Sharp eyes and a pursed lip. Pale skin, Long Red Hair. She invented Resting Bitch Face.
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Model's name: Madelaine Petsch
Personality: As a young girl she was mousey and quiet. She never spoke to anyone if she could help it. Since she began studying magic, she has become more accepted by her coven/family and it has given her a burning confidence. Shes fiery, sharptongued, and when she decides anything, its final. She is well organized, and well versed in Demonology and Witchcraft. She has a natural beauty that makes her fierce eyes a pleasant assault on the senses. The other girls in the coven always envied her. Her natural magical ability, her wit and sense of humor, and her way with the boys. She isnt the leader of the covens magical agenda, but most of the girls are in one way or another intimidated by or scared of her. She never gave them anything to be scared of. But her effortless show of power and control is sometimes hard to handle. Most Karr witches arent allowed to begin practicing until the age of 13. But Ryann's parents were rebels. They wanted their daughter to be able to handle the reigns of the coven when her time came to do so. They wanted her to be as powerful as possible so that no questions would arise when she took the crown.
Likes: Practicing Magic, Reading, Coffee, Bad Boys, Danger.
Dislikes: Large Groups of People, Liars, Thieves, Cowards, Being told No.
Strengths:
Adaptable
Quick Thinker
Charismatic
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Weaknesses:
Fearless
Over Thinker
Hot Tempered
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History: Ryann grew up in Cleveland, Ohio. Ever since she could remember, there have been violent deaths and unsolved mysteries rapidly becoming news every night. Cleveland hasnt been known as a safe place in a long time!
But, Ryanns family is well-known in Cleveland as a powerful coven of witches. The Karr Witches have a secure compound nearby and have been doing their part to keep a close eye on the Hellmouth in Cleveland.
Before Faith or Buffy their was little protection from the evil spewing out of the Hellmouth. The Karr did what needed to be done to protect innocent lives. Before the Slayer, they used magic to keep the monsters subdued. Ryann's mother was a fierce witch who more than pulled her weight in that fight. She was highly respected and well known. Unfortunately for her, a little too well known. One night Lady Karr marched off into the night and never returned. Some say she ran away from this life, but those who knew her say she would never run. Ryann has made it her mission to discover her mothers fate.
RP Sample:
The cool autumn air kissed her face as she stepped into the night. Above her, the full moon was huge and cream colored. It was as if she could reach up and grab it. Not a cloud in the sky, all the stars were twinkling at full brightness. It was so quiet tonight, not even any wind blowing. She could hear each of her steps echo into the night as she walked briskly down the sidewalk toward the cemetery.
She knew it wasnt the safest place for young girls this time of night, but she was far from hopeless. The sweet midnight air danced with her ginger locks as she made her way.
The cemetery main gate was locked.
"Strange..."
She thought out loud. Then without missing a beat, she placed the padlock in her hand and covered it with the other. She whispered a short incantation, and the lock sprung open! She unraveled the chain from around the gate and swung it open, brushing her hands off and she entered the cold, dark cemetary.
With the lock out of her way she moved briskly through the headstones. She knew there were definitely creepies AND crawlies close by.
The moseleum was in view now. The full moon making the shabby building nothing but a silhouette in the night. For what seemed like the thousandth time, she climbed her ladder on the backside of the moseleum. She had put that ladder there several years ago when she first started coming here to practice magic.
She spent a few minutes in the still of the night preparing her altar. Tonights spell was something new, something different. She normally came up here to scry for vampires and other witches casting magic in her territory. She had taken it upon herself since her mothers death to keep her family, her coven, and the city safe from destruction. But tonight, she was looking for the Slayer. Faith Lehane.
She ran her fingers through her long fiery hair, pinning most of it up as she let out a long sigh. She cracked her knuckles, shook her hands, and placed them lightly on the map of Cleveland she brought with her tonight. She sat up, palms down, her wrists sat lightly on their resoective knee. She closed her eyes and let the energies flow as she began to whisper the incantation.
She chanted in whispers as she poured the contents of the vial onto the map. It didnt seep in, instead it sped violently around the map,circling slowly inward as the spell triangulated its target. The wind kicked up and a single flash of lightning told her that her spell was finished. Silent, she looked down at the small bit of ink on the page. The drip was moving slowly, unabsorbed down the streets of the map. It was headed for the cemetary!
The corner of her lip curled into a smirk.
"Right on time...", she said to herself, folding the map. She brought her hands together as if cupping a tiny kitten and the candle flames all jumped from their wicks and combined into a pinball of fire in her hands. It floated up and into the air, hovering there, waiting for her to follow.
I wonder if she will try to fight me. She thought as she climbed down from the roof. The lavender and dragonsblood sang to her nostrils as she descended. Her feet solid on the ground again, she looked up to her beacon of firelight.
It was buzzing around her head now, an impatient little fireball. Then it shot off into the night, and Ryann took off after it. Her spell would lead her right to Faith. Which, was important, if she was ever going to track down her mothers killer. She didn't know how Faith was going to feel about being tracked down, but it didnt matter. Her window of time was closing fast. Faith had to give her something to go on. She just had to...
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Character's full name: Ryann Victoria Karr
Age:18
Group Species: Human Witch
Gender: Female
Alignment: Neutral Good
Features: petite, 5'2", 100lbs. Sharp eyes and a pursed lip. Pale skin, Long Red Hair. She invented Resting Bitch Face.
Please supply a character image if possible: m.imgur.com/a/o2YoOR9
Model's name: Madelaine Petsch
Personality: As a young girl she was mousey and quiet. She never spoke to anyone if she could help it. Since she began studying magic, she has become more accepted by her coven/family and it has given her a burning confidence. Shes fiery, sharptongued, and when she decides anything, its final. She is well organized, and well versed in Demonology and Witchcraft. She has a natural beauty that makes her fierce eyes a pleasant assault on the senses. The other girls in the coven always envied her. Her natural magical ability, her wit and sense of humor, and her way with the boys. She isnt the leader of the covens magical agenda, but most of the girls are in one way or another intimidated by or scared of her. She never gave them anything to be scared of. But her effortless show of power and control is sometimes hard to handle. Most Karr witches arent allowed to begin practicing until the age of 13. But Ryann's parents were rebels. They wanted their daughter to be able to handle the reigns of the coven when her time came to do so. They wanted her to be as powerful as possible so that no questions would arise when she took the crown.
Likes: Practicing Magic, Reading, Coffee, Bad Boys, Danger.
Dislikes: Large Groups of People, Liars, Thieves, Cowards, Being told No.
Strengths:
Adaptable
Quick Thinker
Charismatic
*
*
*
*
*
Weaknesses:
Fearless
Over Thinker
Hot Tempered
*
*
*
*
*
*
History: Ryann grew up in Cleveland, Ohio. Ever since she could remember, there have been violent deaths and unsolved mysteries rapidly becoming news every night. Cleveland hasnt been known as a safe place in a long time!
But, Ryanns family is well-known in Cleveland as a powerful coven of witches. The Karr Witches have a secure compound nearby and have been doing their part to keep a close eye on the Hellmouth in Cleveland.
Before Faith or Buffy their was little protection from the evil spewing out of the Hellmouth. The Karr did what needed to be done to protect innocent lives. Before the Slayer, they used magic to keep the monsters subdued. Ryann's mother was a fierce witch who more than pulled her weight in that fight. She was highly respected and well known. Unfortunately for her, a little too well known. One night Lady Karr marched off into the night and never returned. Some say she ran away from this life, but those who knew her say she would never run. Ryann has made it her mission to discover her mothers fate.
RP Sample:
The cool autumn air kissed her face as she stepped into the night. Above her, the full moon was huge and cream colored. It was as if she could reach up and grab it. Not a cloud in the sky, all the stars were twinkling at full brightness. It was so quiet tonight, not even any wind blowing. She could hear each of her steps echo into the night as she walked briskly down the sidewalk toward the cemetery.
She knew it wasnt the safest place for young girls this time of night, but she was far from hopeless. The sweet midnight air danced with her ginger locks as she made her way.
The cemetery main gate was locked.
"Strange..."
She thought out loud. Then without missing a beat, she placed the padlock in her hand and covered it with the other. She whispered a short incantation, and the lock sprung open! She unraveled the chain from around the gate and swung it open, brushing her hands off and she entered the cold, dark cemetary.
With the lock out of her way she moved briskly through the headstones. She knew there were definitely creepies AND crawlies close by.
The moseleum was in view now. The full moon making the shabby building nothing but a silhouette in the night. For what seemed like the thousandth time, she climbed her ladder on the backside of the moseleum. She had put that ladder there several years ago when she first started coming here to practice magic.
She spent a few minutes in the still of the night preparing her altar. Tonights spell was something new, something different. She normally came up here to scry for vampires and other witches casting magic in her territory. She had taken it upon herself since her mothers death to keep her family, her coven, and the city safe from destruction. But tonight, she was looking for the Slayer. Faith Lehane.
She ran her fingers through her long fiery hair, pinning most of it up as she let out a long sigh. She cracked her knuckles, shook her hands, and placed them lightly on the map of Cleveland she brought with her tonight. She sat up, palms down, her wrists sat lightly on their resoective knee. She closed her eyes and let the energies flow as she began to whisper the incantation.
She chanted in whispers as she poured the contents of the vial onto the map. It didnt seep in, instead it sped violently around the map,circling slowly inward as the spell triangulated its target. The wind kicked up and a single flash of lightning told her that her spell was finished. Silent, she looked down at the small bit of ink on the page. The drip was moving slowly, unabsorbed down the streets of the map. It was headed for the cemetary!
The corner of her lip curled into a smirk.
"Right on time...", she said to herself, folding the map. She brought her hands together as if cupping a tiny kitten and the candle flames all jumped from their wicks and combined into a pinball of fire in her hands. It floated up and into the air, hovering there, waiting for her to follow.
I wonder if she will try to fight me. She thought as she climbed down from the roof. The lavender and dragonsblood sang to her nostrils as she descended. Her feet solid on the ground again, she looked up to her beacon of firelight.
It was buzzing around her head now, an impatient little fireball. Then it shot off into the night, and Ryann took off after it. Her spell would lead her right to Faith. Which, was important, if she was ever going to track down her mothers killer. She didn't know how Faith was going to feel about being tracked down, but it didnt matter. Her window of time was closing fast. Faith had to give her something to go on. She just had to...
