The woman watched the symbols on the man’s skin seem to glow. What in god’s name was he? Whether he meant to or not, he was obviously a danger, and she worried for the younger girl standing in front of him. “Sweetie, come over here,” she said in a slow, calm tone. But her eyes were full of caution as she watched the man.
"I'm… just gonna goooo…." she said quickly, before making a run for it. She had to get help. Lata, what have you gotten yourself into?
(The other characters she's making a run for aren't on right now so keep her there or something)
(My character has a bunch of extra info that wouldn’t be useful in this RP, so I’ll just use the template…
Name: Lucia (Lucy) Teller
Age: 18 years
Gender: Female
Looks: Bobbed/wavy russet colored hair, deep green eyes, lightly tanned skin, slender/curvy frame, around 5’5.
Wearing: Dark green glasses, white button up blouse, navy blue fitting jeans, brown combat boots.
Power if any: Natural witchcraft, could do dark witchcraft but chooses not to.
Extra Info: Lucy constantly carries around her satchel which is filled with various important ingredients and her family spellbook. Other things about her I’ve already stated..)
(I was the last one to go so if anyone else wants to go…)
Lucy moved in front of the young girl, stopping her. “I need to know what you saw, please,” she said quickly. She didn’t want to frighten the girl, but she did need to know if she saw anything. She couldn’t have her secret getting out because a young girl saw her heal herself.
Lata sighed, hesitant to say what she saw. "I saw the dark pages… that was all."
Lucy exhaled sharply and nodded slowly. “Alright.. Do you know what that means?” She asked, looking at the girl.
"No offense, but I'm 12, not 5. Yes I know what they mean."
Lucy ran a hand over her face in thought. “I didn’t mean it like that, some people are oblivious to witchcraft…” she said slowly. She tried to remember if she knew about magic when she was young. The earliest memory of being exposed to magic was when she was eight, and she had skimmed her knee after a fall she remembered her mother running out and giving her a small potion, much like the silver one, and it healed her.
Ree pulled the hood of her cloak over her head, walked out of her house, and went to the market. It was a chilly day, so nobody would question her cloak.
(I gtg guyssssss byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee)
(sorry for vanishing, but here's my character:
Name: Samandriel (Sam for short)
Age: Looks about 20-25 years old in human form, is actually millennia old
Gender: Male
Looks: About 6', short messy black hair, faded stubble, several thin scars, tan skin with vitiligo splotches, red eyes, several rune tattoos
Wearing: Black button down, red tie, black slacks, combat boots, almost oversized black trenchcoat with gold accents, enchanted gold rings
Power: Specializes in rune-based fire magic and disguising spells, as well as summoning magic
Extra: None really
Orion's head had snapped up when two unknowns disturbed his wards. A small vial of blood, maybe human, allows him to cloak his ears and tail again. Rushing along one of his paths, he sees his young charge, along with another witch and a Summoned(term for summoned entities). Stepping out into the clearing, his aura oozes around him, something unnerving and almost vile, something Wrong. His eyes flash in warning at the newcomers. "What are your reasons for being here? You are not yet known. Do you have an excuse for being on this land, as it is said to be protected, to be cursed." However much his eyes flash, he does not look unkind, and his aura marks him as a Witch.
(Sorry for not putting up a template for characters, sorry guys, please use @IrisWritesTrash 's)
(It's cool. who are the characters you're referring to, who's the summoned and the other witch supposed to be? sorry I got a little lost)
(When can I toss in Ree with everyone else?)
(shinsleepy is the Summoned I believe, and @urban is the mentioned witch)
(Can I sort of throw you into the mix Abigail Dara?)
(oh ok) Sam turned in the direction of the new voice, runes glowing molten and hot along his skin and some of his clothing. His hands crackled, lava beginning to drip from his palms. It appeared he really had run into an ambush. "Walk away while you still can!" he yelled at the blurry figure in his vision
A blue spirit, a sprite, appears just behind the tree line in the wood. It seems to beckon you forward, twisting and flitting back and forth. It speaks to you, in chinkling chimes. Follow me. Please. Something should Change.