"I put a spell on you, and now you're mine"

ᗷᗩᔕIᑕᔕ

|ｆｕｌｌ ｎａｍｅ|

Ambrosia De'Claire Rose

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Rosia (Ro-zhia)

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1,800 (looks 21)

|ｄａｔｅ ｏｆ ｂｉｒｔｈ|

October 31

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Straight

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Unknown

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Witch

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Premonitions, spell casting, potion making

ᔕЄᑕOᑎᗪᗩᖇY

|ｓｏｃｉａｌ ｃｌａｓｓ|

Lower

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Witch

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Middle of the woods

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Unknown

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None

|ｍａｊｏｒ ｒｅｌａｔｉｏｎｓｈｉｐｓ|

Unknown

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Ambrosia was born by the death of a baby on Hallows Eve. She appeared below a willow tree at the base of a trunk. A witch just nearby was walking through the woods for ingredients and found the baby under the tree and took her hone. The witch took Ambrosia under her wing and raised her to be like a daughter to her and taught her in the craft of witches and magic. Ambrosia loved the woman dearly and she fell so in love with the craft. Unfortunately, the witch was doing one time while she was out and was hanged for her practices. Ambrosia raised herself alone, continuing to learn and teach herself, as well as protecting herself and her home to avoid a horrible death like the woman who raised her.

ᗰЄᑎTᗩᒪ

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"It's fine if you don't like me. I never liked you anyways"

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▪️Calm
▪️Reserved
▪️Smart
▪️Wise

|ｗｒｉｔｔｅｎ ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ|

Ambrosia is the calm in the storm. She never gets heated or angry. She rarely even gets upset or sad. It's rare if she does. She's careful with herself and what she does so she doesn't get found or caught. Shes extremely smart. She spends most of her days reading the entire time. She knows just most everything and anything. She's a perfectionist and a peacekeeper.

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Be the best witch she can be and spread her practice onto others. She's already one of the most powerful

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▪️Magic play
▪️Potion making
▪️Reading
▪️Exploring

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▪️English
▪️Latin

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▪️Fire
▪️Death

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▪️Failure
▪️Imperfection

ᑭᕼYᔕIᑕᗩᒪ

|ｆａｃｅｃｌａｉｍ |

Kseniya Rain

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5'3"

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110 lbs.

|ｄｉｓｔｉｎｃｔ ｆｅａｔｕｒｅｓ|

She has several tattoos across her hands and bodies, all ancient scrawling

ᔕᑕЄᑎᗩᖇIOᔕ

|ｓｅｔｔｉｎｇ|

The Woods

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You live in a village just near the woods. Your whole life you were told to never go to the woods. Danger lived there in the woods. Witches.

You knew of the witches. Several witches had been found and either hung or burned at the stake for practicing witch craft.

You'd never interacted with a witch yourself but, you believed their word that they were just bad news and not good at all.

Though, you couldn't help but feel bad as you watched witches in panic before they died or as they were burned alive.

One day, shouting could be heard at the town square. Curiosity got the best of you and you made your way to the square. It had to be witches, right?

You spot villagers shoving a younger girl through the crowds. Freckles were splattered across her face. She had bright blonde curls that were almost white, or in some lights, a light shade of pink. Her blue and brown eyes looked around panicked as she was shoved up to a post they would burn her at.

What do you do?

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Make it up

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•Male
•Mid Twenties
•Determined
•Independent